Nowhere Fast
(Source: thefuuuucomics)
just nomming on a french fry.
UVA squirrels = fucking ridiculous. Had a pregnant one run up my leg as I slept beside the amphitheater one day. Scared the shit out of me.
(Source: the-naked-joker)
Amazing. The song, maybe not the video. I dunno, haven’t watched the video yet. Expect a lot of music from me soon.
Joseph Arthur - Black Lexus
This is an actual email I’ve already sent to this girl.
Let me tell you what friends are supposed to be like. And let me tell you, I have a three strike rule.
Friends are supposed to be loyal. Friends are always supposed to be there when you’re having a hard time with something. They’re supposed to be supportive and caring, and when they think your relationship isn’t the best, they’re supposed to tell you that they think that. Friends are supposed to be truthful.
Now, bitch, you are not a friend. I was having a hard time dealing with the fact that I might be barren and you don’t even console me. You fucking told Jonathan he should dump me because I was going to be too stressful for him? Are you fucking kidding me? Strike one.
If we get engaged, it’s none of your goddamn business. It’ll be our decision at our time when we’re ready. Telling him that he should put off proposing to me for as long as possible? Who the fuck are you to get into our business like that? Back the fuck off. Strike two.
Now we get down to the point where if I see you anytime in the next six months, I can’t be held responsible for what might happen to your nose.
You kissed my boyfriend? What the fuck? You’re married, you whore. He freaks out and you talk him into hiding it from me. Believe me, I’m well aware of the fact that he should have told me, too. But you’ve been supposedly agonizing for the past year over whether or not I like you. You told me you’re bad at being friends with girls - well, this is why. You can’t want to be friends with girls and then go off and kiss their boyfriends. Doesn’t work. Then, there’s the hiding it from me. What kind of friend hides that shit? You come to me and you say, “Amber, I fucked up. I’m sorry,” and then you tell me what happened. But since you can’t be bothered to do even that slightest bit, there’s your third strike.
We’re done, bitch. I have no more use for you. Possibly ever. You said you are just really good friends with him. Well, maybe you should have considered what just being friends means.
Clearly, I didn’t burn your bridge fast enough to keep from getting burned by you. Good luck trying to get it rebuilt now though.
Harry should have dropped beside him in this scene like he did in the book and started getting all “no…I didn’t mean too…no…don’t die on me, Draco.” fucking yates and his fuckness.
Truth.
I hate him.
I just want to take a moment or fifteen or however fucking long it takes for me to rant about this.
So you’ve got this weird fucking desire to be fucked by your wife. Well, that’s just fucking lovely for you. But you know what? If you wanted anal that badly, you shouldn’t have married a woman. Wrong hardware, sweetheart. And when you do decide that you want her to wear a strap-on, don’t fucking ask my boyfriend to buy it for you and lie to me about it. I already knew what it was, you cunt, because your wife told me. Have the balls to go out and buy it yourself or have the brain to order that shit online. The internet has everything these days, or didn’t you get the memo?
And it’s not just this. I’m just going to rant rant rant about the other things that you do that piss me off. Let’s start with the drinking. Having a drink every couple of nights or a glass of red wine every night or getting completely wasted once in a while is fine. Getting completely wasted almost every night is called alcoholism. Stop trying to force that addiction on my boyfriend as well.
Let me say it simply. Quite being an ass, a drunk, and a jerk. Quit getting my boyfriend involved in your obsessions, and don’t fucking talk down to me again.
I’ve already put up with a lot of shit from you, and I’m about at my breaking point. We can be civil, or I can fucking put you in your place. Your choice.
Snow at the UVA Rotunda.
- Weasley cannot save a thing,
- He cannot block a single ring,
- That’s why Slytherins all sing:
- Weasley is our King.
- Weasley was born in a bin
- He always lets the Quaffle in
- That’s why Slytherins all sing:
- Weasley is our King.
- reblog/like if you believe Malfoy is THE KING x
