- Jonathan: Ay gurl. Wen u gon letta nigga beat? shit shawty a nigga tryna get his dick wet and u tryna act like u aint a wet bitch. u betta jump on this dick!
- Jonathan: Or something like that.
- Me: nigga you ain't eva gonna get this, so you need to stop ackin like you somebody when you ain't shit okay
- Jonathan: dam hoe. y u gotta put a nigga down. shit ill jus fuck ya friends instead.
- Me: fuck my friends then, they all hoes anyway. all they wan is a nut so you still ain't nobody plus they all burnin
- Jonathan: SCORE. I'm going to ravage them. You still tight wit that phat ass white hoe?
- Jonathan: Oops. I lost it at the beginning, lol.
guess that means it’s time for me to shut the fuck up. lol
first thing I’m gonna do when I get to Greensboro is go to parts unknown.
I need some information.
it feels as though I am trapped in a dark room with no idea how to get out. there are some people who have the key but who will take the chance to rescue me? I’ve been locked up for so long I don’t know basic courtesy anymore. I’m afraid of everything. I need coddling and care. like a rescued animal. beaten by previous owners, afraid no one will ever love me, forcing people to approach me much slower than normal.
I’ve run out of patience, therefore running out of love.
I feel like I need to recharge but I don’t know where to plug myself in.
Why is it that liars seem to be more esteemed than honest people? They get more respect, more understanding, more followers… even after it comes out that they are a sham and they have been lying this whole time.
Within relationships, you lie to get noticed, to keep secrets, to keep things “pleasant,” whatever. Not me. I tell the truth almost always. I don’t really care if it hurts your feelings or makes you angry or whatever. I’m just not gonna fuckin lie to you. People have treated me WORSE for being honest than for lying. Part of me wants to start fuckin lying all the time. But then I would have allowed people to turn me into what I hate the most, and I will seriously kill myself.
Fuck it, I need a tattoo.
UNC Chapel Hill’s extensive PhD program on comparative literature is daunting to say the least. Not only do they expect you to enter the program fluent in at least one language (or intermediate in two), by the end of the program they expect you to be fluent in three languages. Not only that, but you are required at some point to spend a year abroad conducting research in a non-English speaking country. While this seems like an extremely intellectually stimulating program, it is entirely too much for what I am trying to do. I’ve seen people become professors on much less, and though I do not want to sell myself short by attending a mediocre school (such as UNC Pembroke), I can safely say that this program is not one for me. Therefore, my NC pick goes to NC State. Their English department gives you the option of concentrating in one of the following: American & British Literature, Linguistics, Rhetoric & Composition, or Film Studies. In addition, Raleigh is a beautiful city with much to do, and NC State is a magnificent campus. The school is prestigious for a public institution, and has very competitive tuition rates.
my white boyfriend
We ended up breaking up.
It is time for you to stop reblogging the quotes that help you wallow in your own self pity and be self sufficient.
It is time for you to stop reblogging the quotes that are supposed to inspire you and apply them to your life. It is time for you to inspire.
It is time for you to stop hiding behind other people’s words, actions, heartaches, pains, wounds, happiness, joy, etc. And go out and create your own.
It is time for you to find your own healing. Stop relying on the healings of others to get you through.
Congratulations, you discovered you are not the only one. Now pick yourself up and be who you were supposed to be.
He/she/it/they didn’t kill you. According to your reblogs you can grow. So grow already, and stop killing yourself.
And I hope I see you out there, because you will certainly see me.
Take with you peace, faith, hope, and above all else, love.
Pussy ass, hoe niggas; I can’t fuck with y’all. Bitches all up in my business; I can’t fuck with y’all.
I think celebrating 4/20 is stupid.
I have always felt this way.
God damn don’t you people have brains
Try USING them
Wow what a concept
4/20? You mean 1/5 reduce your fractions did you even learn math
I don’t just say shit to say it. If I say I’m hurting, it’s because I am. If I say that I’m happy, it’s because I am.
My mood doesn’t go changing with every breath I take.
What I feel is real.
People like me don’t need to be connected because we’re too in touch with our emotions. Every emotion that I feel is intensified by 10.
So please don’t hurt me or make me angry because those are the hardest to handle.
I scroll until a post pisses me off, then I stop.
Eventually I’m going to stop scrolling all together.
Facebook gets the same treatment.
No, because I ACTUALLY FUCKING CREATE
I hope when people speak of me, they say,
“That Ashley-Nicole, she is a total bitch.”
because when I say Fuck You, I really, really mean it.
i love when people you met once a long time ago
act like they still know you
like you’re forced to live in some time bubble
where you stay exactly the same way you always were
where you aren’t multi-faceted enough to develop and grow
or learn and evolve
or adapt and change
you’ll just always be who you were at that moment in time
i mean i hate that