He cheated.
He lied.
You stayed.
He cheated again.
He got caught.
You left.
You still loved him.
He made promises.
You believed him.
He lied.
He cheated.
Again.
Once a cheater, always a cheater.
LEARN.
(via way-back-whenn)
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
Hahahahhahahahahaha yea
(Source: acid-in-wonderland)
