Create for no one but you

No fucking way

I’m sorry but I can not support this. You a 2 years younger thank me marrying a man 6 years older than me. Which makes him 8 years older than you. You’re honestly not pretty and I’m almost positive that you a slightly mentally retard. So I couldn’t believe it when yal stated dating in the first place.you are annoying as ever, you are 17 but honestly have the mind of a 10 year old ( I wasn’t kidding about being mentally retarded). I never thought u would get married and don’t think you ever should because you can’t handle the responsibility of being an adult let alone a wife. And until you can prove to me that you are mature and stop acting slow and like a 10 year old. I
Cant approve this of this marriage. Just be mature! That’s all I have to say for you to be worthy of this great guy


Am I Cinderella? Or am I a stepsister?


So fucked up and wasted that I just don’t care anymore. Fuck you. You want to play this immature game? That’s fine with me. Go ahead ignore me or the fact that u havnt spoken to me in a week. you have a problem with me? Fine! But I would at least like there know why. I think I at least deserve that.




We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

– Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself To Live: 85% of a True Story (via vervelig)

My beat friend

(Source: verveligg)

Via Classy Contraption


Something happens when I’m with you. I feel my brain just shutting down when you’re around, this isn’t fare. How am I to impress you with my intellect if you think I’m stupid.


this blog

This blog is my escape. Its where I let go of everything on my mind and simply put it out there. I hide who I am so I don’t have to worry about those who know me bugging me about my opinions or what I have on my mind. out of the 2 or three people that follow me I think only one of you actually knows me but i dont know if you know that this is me. If you do then good for you, if you dont, thats fine leave it at that. This blog allows me to say what i have to say with the eyes of people judging what I write. Facebook stops me from posting what i want to post because everyone knows who i am. on here i can say what ever I want ad no one knows its me. My name Create for no one but you, is exactly what this blog allows me to do. I write and create for me, with no one watching over my shoulders, and I not caring if I offend or not. This post, is just me thinking allowed, if you read it cool, but i doubt anyone will. and thats ok, i dont care whos eyes see this because it was not written for a purpose. it was just written. 





This makes me think of how everything is connected even if you don’t see it


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