The internal monologue that goes on whenever I cave to junk food.
Happening right now.
(via tastefullyoffensive)
I have to admit that I never got it when people said someone was going through a “bad breakup”.
Is there ever a “good breakup”?
Is someone lucky enough to have a peaceful, painless breakup on both sides? If so, I’ve never been this lucky. All my other breakups were pretty bad. I remember feeling bad.
But then it hit me: there are “bad breakups” because, although it’s always painful, unpleasant and saddening, not all breakups have to be as bad as this.
Although I always hated to end my past relationships, I guess I know now how lucky I was, because (little did I know) it could’ve been SO much worse…
It could’ve been like this.
I am grateful for so many things…
(Source: schuckles)
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Spent about two whole minutes laughing at this. nonstop. My abs are toned as fuck now.
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So, so, so pretty :~
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I can’t even begin to describe just how much I relate to this!
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- Guy: What do girls do at sleepovers?
- Me: Pass the Bechdel test.
