Saraa, 17 new york!!! welcome to my fucking mind. Talk to mee babes!!
"If I had a drink for every fuck I give I’d be one sober mother fucker, but if I had a drink for every fuck I gave about her, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death."
"If on your next first date, you realize she has my laughter, don’t call me. If you wake up to watch the sunrise and remember that we planned on watching it together, don’t call me. When she spends the night with you for the first time and you roll over to put your arm around her and forget that it’s her, not me, do not call. When you dial my number because you’re drunk and I’m the only thing that ever sobered you up, don’t you dare fucking call me. When you receive an invitation announcing my upcoming wedding, for the love of God, don’t call me. Please don’t show up. I did it to spite you. I even kept our colors. I hope it pierces you through the chest to read those words. I hope she asks why you’re losing your mind. I hope you have to explain every single detail. I hope it breaks you down to the core. But I don’t care what happens, do not call me."
Your number is blocked anyway (via