The fucking fuckery factory has produced a shit load of fucks lately and I cannot fucking handle this fucking amount of fucks. Fucking fuckers have taken over this fucking earth and I’m about ready to fucking leave this fucking fuckhole of a fucking place.
I cannot fucking wait to leave for fucking San Francisco, fuck.
Fucktards.
(Source: seductionisdestruction, via expresstophresh)
I just want my tattoo.
UGH.
This is an infatuation I do not understand.
Never have I felt so conflicted.
But the heart wants what the heart wants.
And not even I… am the controller of my own emotions.
Me llamo Luis y no hablo ingles.