"I want to be your 1 a.m. fuck and your 1 p.m. lunch date."
-i.c. (via rattlejack)
I wonder, how the fuck do people live with themselves when they fuck over someone so badly that has been nothing but supportive and there for them always? Yeah, I’m kind of a “tough love” sort of person. But fucking believe that if I have your back I’ll fucking bend over backwards, do the splits, fucking juggle swords on fire for you- if that’s what you need me to do. I’m sick and tired of doing all this shit for people and getting shat on in return in ways that make me look like I’m over reacting to an outside party. I’m sick of people telling me my feelings aren’t fucking valid because I don’t bottle shit up inside of me like everybody else.