Lily Collins Seventeen Mexico March 2012
dys·to·pi·a (disˈtōpēə)
An imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one.
An imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one.
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Lily Collins Seventeen Mexico March 2012
(via idi0pathic)
We were friends in the fifth grade
In the fifth grade. But you ran away. And I was lost on the oval under the oak tree, but you found me.
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Adios “amigos”
I have officially had enough with shit people disappointing me and just being downright fucking assholes when they’re supposed to be my “bestfriends”. Fuck you both. You can hide behind the innocent facades all you like but you sure as hell aren’t fooling me. Say all the shit you want about me to whoever you like. If they believe either of you, they’re just as fucked as you. I’m not losing anything valuable from deleting you from my life. Don’t you dare bring any of the shit that you’ve done wrong back and try and make it my fault either. I’m not going to be guilt tripped anymore. I hope karma comes back around and hits you hard. Goodbye and good riddance.
