Your boss followed me on Twitter
After I favorited a picture retweeted of you.
Because even though it immediately causes tears to see your face
I like to know you’re okay
I wanted to tell you he followed me
But as with all of this I write about you
You probably already know.
I consistently feel this way.
push up bra
Glad to see that other women are defending the women who buy the Bombshell Bra.
They’re fucking awesome.
I feel amazing.
My boyfriend doesn’t think it’s false advertising. Only teenage boys care about that shallow bullshit. Real men are all for anything that makes their woman feel hot.
To the women who are bashing the women that choose to buy them, fuck you.
It is not your body. It is not out of shame or insecurity and it is not your right to judge.
They make us feel sexier, just like a dress or new heels or makeup.
Women need to stick up for other women more.
Don’t get me started on bitches that criticize others for wearing makeup either.
Do you. Do what makes YOU happy.
I am in pain again
This time of year
This time if year is death
A little red car doing 95
Because she said come home
She was dying
This time of year is loss
Purple jacket on the back steps
You kissed my cheek
I left my hair wet for you because you loved it
A year later we saw the lights together
And you didn’t want anyone to know you were with me
But you gave me a blizzard
I touch the snowflake
I remember how confused you made me feel
But I also remember
Seeing the fog of your breath with mine
And watching the sun rise over the lake
I remember everything
And it hurts over and over
I remember that December 23 was when he was supposed to come back
And I didn’t sit at the airport in vain like I had planned to
And I got better
I remember last year’s December 23
When I went to the bar
And everything changed
Because a boy bought me a rose
When my heart was dark
But I slipped
Like I haven’t in years
That is winter to me.
I am very angry.
I want to talk to you. But you said to be consistent. So I am. I am consistently fighting wanting to talk to you.
No, I do not expect you to do anything about it.
I hate the fucking holidays.