When I die I want you to mix my ashes in a bowl of chili, then eat it. Just so I can tear that ass up one more time.
I’m cutting ties with le douche. I’ve grown accustomed to his texts that it felt nice to have someone to talk to. But I need to get out of this rut. Letting go of the past is quite difficult. But to allow myself become this low. Can’t have it. I’ll never forget, but I will move on.
Rule: Never go back to someone you once had a ‘fling’ with.
HELL YEAH!!!! <3