Smooth as eggs my G. I cuss a lot, I'm in love with pizza, and I DO not have a tagged/me, it's tagged/Reese. I rep for them fat girls with the fly lipstick and the fat bellies and asses, I stan for them fat boys with the chunky bellies and husky voices. Also, I'm a cat mama, I will reblog cats all day and you gon deal.
It’s fucked up that people get to do grimy shit to others and walk away…while the person it was done to is left dealing with the hurt, anger, and confusion. Even if it doesn’t surface right away, man those feelings of “why me” or “what the fuck was THAT about” will hit you at the strangest moments. You know, when you think you’re over something? “Sorry” doesn’t cut it man.