All I want is for you to feel like shit for being a complete asshole to me. I want you to feel fucking terrible for being an awful human being. I cannot believe that at one point, I felt bad about myself because of you. But now I’m just angry with myself for wasting so much time on you. Now, I do not want to be with you. In fact, I will be just fine if I never even speak to you again. Because at this point, I have lost all respect for you. It’s been two weeks and you still can’t swallow your pride and apologize, let alone speak to me. You’re a grown man, act like it. 

I just want you to realize that you can’t treat people like their feelings don’t matter. You can’t avoid problems and hope they will magically go away. You can’t tell someone you are in love with them, and then leave them for some girl you had on the side. SOME GIRL who dumped your ass over two years ago.

I WANT YOU TO REALIZE YOU MESSED UP. 

They say you should always love with no regrets. But honestly, I’m so glad I never told you I loved you back. And with that, I’m so glad I never made love with you either. I’ve already thrown away half my college experience on you and that would have just been a waste of breath and time that you didn’t deserve. 

fuckyoumatthewharrison.

And with that, my rant is over. 

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americanmagicman:

GENTLEMEN OF THE DAY

The Beatles were some of the classiest musicians of their time. They were well-dressed, well-versed, and well-respected worldwide. To top all of that, it was their lyrics that impress me the most. The majority of popular artists today sing about committing lewd and licentious acts on women, while all The Beatles ever wanted to do was hold her hand. Kudos. 

Last week, I flew home to attend my great grandmother’s funeral. On the way to the church I noticed that the weather was very dark and dreary. “How fitting for a funeral,” I thought to myself. 

When we were heading back home I noticed the sun was shining bright and the cold rain had stopped. It got me thinking. 

Lately, it seems like I’ve been having troubles with everything. I’m broke, my GPA sucks, my step-dad resents the fact that I’m in Orlando, I’m stressed, there’s difficulties with the fraternity, and sooooo much more. I’m still my happy self but sometimes it’s not so easy.

But when I saw how bright and beautiful the day was after the burial, I was reminded that despite the darkness that creeps up on you and brings you down in the dumps, the sun will eventually reappear and show you how beautiful life really is. Not everything is going to go your way. It’s up to you to make the best of it. 

kellyoxford:

it’s talking like black people on the internet.

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I hope one day I’ll be as beautiful as my mother.