I HATE MY ROOMMATE

and yes, i am only typing this to make her think im writing a paper and take her and her boyfuckingfriend out of my room. yes, i do like to make her life hell simply because she makes my life hell. FUCKHER. and she keeps on fucking coughing. like bro, stop smoking and youll stop coughing. i have never met someone i hate more than her. i knew she was trouble from the moment i met her. errr, from the moment she messaged me on facebook telling me how things were going to go this year. and now hes fucking snoring. shoot me. please.

Can we cuddle?

ididthatonce:

In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips. 

#or we could just fuck

know this is hard to believe, but she cared. she cared a whole fucking lot about you. she’s not perfect, she knows that, but she loved you, remember that. she still does. she probably still will, after she leaves and she goes her way, she’s still gonna fucking care