If you are a crazy bitch who won’t let the father of your child see the kid - that your son is six months old and has had barely any contact with his dad because you don’t want him to - don’t ever expect him to be happy and pleasant.
You went to Georgia for two months taking the baby and leaving NO CONTACT INFORMATION, and now you’re expecting my cousin to be nice with you when all you ever do is be a manipulative ass who is upset that he broke up with you after you started beating him up.
i used to be so picky about what i post and reblog but it’s just slowly deteriorated into a state of “why not”
It’s in the door frame of the trunk. Like it’s one of those where the door will lift to open. Yup. Right there in the frame. The head is sticking out.
I’m deciding to stay away from my car. Don’t work tomorrow, and don’t have anything urgent that I need to do.
Red lipstick makes me feel like I could cut a man’s heart out with a high heel shoe and fucking eat it.
You either know what I’m talking about or you don’t