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Bitches A’int Shit but Hoes and Tricks
Don’t fucking tell me you still care about me and hope that I know you love me but then drink all my Jose Cuervo, tell my personal life to your crazy ex girlfriend, lead me on for a night like an asshat, treat me like shit afterwards, steal my damn cigs, be a bitch in general, talk shit about me to your crazy ex bitch. This list could go on for a while but here you go, this is another post to say fuck you.
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Fuck
Fuck you for leading me on this hard knowing that you were going to end it like this.
Fuck you for giving me all the false hope you did when we were in Georgia together.
Fuck you for giving up before you even tried to see if it could work out.
Fuck you for expecting me to still want to be around you.
Fuck what you said because you obviously didn’t mean it.
Fuck you for allowing me to let my guard down when you obviously felt differently.
Fuck you for not being straight up when you were short with me for about a week.
And most importantly, fuck you for making me fall for you.
I’m so angry at this whole situation.
Fuck This Scrapbook
I want to go cuddle up next to my boy right now. That’s actually ALL I want to do right now. :/
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For over 13 years (and girlfriend and children), architect Mickey Muennig lived in the tiny Greenhouse—his 1976 take on the then-popular dome and his celestial artistic response. From the deck of the outdoor bath, you can see up the coast.
Inside the one-room house, the reclaimed-redwood platform bed hangs on slender steel rods fastened to the ceiling. The ceiling cap is a vent—the house’s thermostat.
How utterly beautiful, I could live there.
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