Colorado is burning down and the next time I see one of you fuckers flick a cig out the window I’m going to ram you with my car.
“Nice to meet you. What’s your real name? Want to see my dick?” – Every Kik convo, ever
If you love someone, let them tweet.
.I’m a woman. Sometimes I want you to hold me while I sleep and sometimes I want you to shove my panties in my mouth. It’s complicated.
A broken heart won’t kill you, but it can make you feel like dying.
Life can change in an instant. Hug the people you love, and appreciate what you have, before it’s gone.
My forgiveness comes with the price of never forgetting.
I’m not antisocial. I’m anti-idiot.
I’m full of shit, opinions and liquor. If that’s not a recipe for a twitter addiction, I don’t know what is.
Everybody has a method to their twitter madness. Don’t critique mine, and I won’t critique yours. If you don’t like how I do it, unfollow.
You’re a cunt. Maybe that’s why you’re alone.
I’m not the prettiest girl, or the smartest, I don’t have a perfect body, and this started out as a tweet but is now my suicide note.
Ladies, other women should be our allies, not our enemies. Nobody understands the heart of a woman like another woman. You’re still pretty.
I’ve hit rock bottom so many times, I’m building a second home there.
Confidence is sexy. Arrogance is not.