sugar, how you get so fly?
† Gemma, fifteen. music. baseball. beach. boys. clothes. friends. family.escape the fate. a day to remember. tie-dye. beach hairrrrr. short shorts. coca cola. ice cream. photography.
I’m pissed off for the things you said, i’m pissed off with the way we acted about it, i’m pissed off because you’re still blaming me for shit that you created in your own head!
How am I supposed to be able to look you in the eye knowing that you used my deepest regret against me right there, right to me, and you want me to fucking talk to you?
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
