beecurly:

This episode is about this psycho chick who finally freaks her fiance’ out enough that he breaks their engagement and moves out. Relieved, he and his friends have a party, jokingly called the “Dodged The Bullet” party. You know, “dodged the bullet” of getting married to this psycho bitch.

 A WEEK LATER SHE LITERALLY SHOOTS HIM IN THE EYE IN A PARKING LOT 

Ironyyyyyy

numbingpain:

Sex with him was like reading a story you loved. You loved that you read it, but wish you hadn’t read it, so when you did read it again, you could experience the same type of adrenaline and excitement as you did when you first read it. At least, something close to that. It perfectly wrecked. After…

poeticallyprofound:

I can’t hear you
I can’t feel you
I’m far too busy being
Immersed in the easel
I’m trying to paint the perfect picture
You know, the one where I never leave you
But I keep tripping over what’s supposed to be
Stepping stones
And it’s getting harder and harder to see you
Now I’m just…

Sex with him was like reading a story you loved. You loved that you read it, but wish you hadn’t read it, so when you did read it again, you could experience the same type of adrenaline and excitement as you did when you first read it. At least, something close to that. It perfectly wrecked. After feelings so beautiful, and having fun, we both regretted experiencing each other that way. We would hold one another and talk about how bad we felt we were doing this to each other, but we wouldn’t stop.

His touch wasn’t perfect, and neither was the way he tried so hard to act like he wasn’t aroused. But it was so cute the way he wanted me so bad, that he would just pull down my shirt and lick as much of my nipple as he could from the top of my shirt- with out completely taking off my shirt. Sometimes, he didn’t want to have sex, sometimes he just wanted to make me feel good. And I hated that he sweat so much, but I loved how fast I could cum on top in him. I loved him even with his horrible sex. Because I loved how he blushes when I would smile when he would kiss my cheek… I loved how his eyes sparkled and how his smile was crooked, I loved that he was so forgetful because it made my memory seem just a little bit good. I hated his name and how messy he was, but I know he always tried so hard to stay put together. He was so strong yet too weak… He had so much passion, yet so quick to jump to another obsession, but I loved all of that about him. I loved living in his mess.