Jesus Christ, girl. What are people gonna think?

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My name is Ashley:: Ash-ley \ˈash-lē\
and I want to be free.


"Most importantly, if you cared about me, you would let me go. You would release me from your grasp and let me be free, let me untangle myself from your web and find my old self again. Eventually, I know that you will. Because when it comes down to it — and I can say this quite confidently — you don’t really care about me. I’m just a momentary distraction to hold you over until you find someone else. I just hope you get it over with quickly, because despite knowing all of this, I’m still not sure if I’ll ever stop caring about you."

Late night ‘fuck you’ thoughts:

My avatar is from when I was at his cousins house n wanted to take a pic of the sunset to put on FB so he’d be jealous and want to come back to PA. Back to me.

That’s insane of me to think that by posting a picture of a sunset in a familiar setting that it would make someone miss home so much they’d come back.

Also sickening to know it didn’t matter because… her.

Also sickening to know it still doesn’t matter because… her.



note to self: “love yourself” does not mean spend $40 on chinese food when you’re broke

who am i kidding yes it does. never listen to me

(via villarrr)


It’s amazing how fast your mood can change after you step in some water with socks on.

(Source: bitrates, via bagelbrother)

Everytime I go to put a status up on FB I change my mind.

It’s weird because I don’t want people getting assumptions of my life from what I post on there.

I don’t want people to know if I am happy or sad.

I don’t want him to know how I feel.

I just can’t bring myself to do it. To post anything worth anything, if you know what I mean.