bebopsource:

I wonder what you call this kind of relationship.  It’s not like we have any camaraderie. There isn’t really a bond here at all. Everyone just does what they wanna do, come back whenever they feel like it, and then they take off again. I’ve been tossed around so much, I just had enough. I’m better off as a solo act. I miss those days.

ibuprofengirl:

ibuprofengirl:

ibuprofengirl:

stories where the past is a wound that refuses to heal

ok stories where the past is an itch you keep absentmindedly scratching and wonder why the burning is getting worse

all i’m saying is: the past is a bodily sensation

johnwickfucker:

i wish it was still valid to just tell people you’re “retiring for the evening”

company over at your house but someone else who lives with you invited them? gracefully exit by announcing that you’re retiring for the evening. tired at a party? about time to retire for the evening. someone asks if you want to do something at night? “oh no thanks, i’m just about to retire for the evening.” bring it back please, i need a cool and efficient way to say that i’m tired and want to exit a social situation