January 2010
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak Countless lovers under cover of the street You know that I could use somebody You know that I could use somebody Someone like you
fuck. I don't know what I've done to deserve this.
what a productive day
- woke up at 2pm.
- finished up some stupid report
- got online
- showered
- sat in front of the computer again
- raided my sister’s closet
- tried on clothes
- frantically searched for my ezlink card
- and here I am.
don't know why we all hang on to something we know...
wildchildzx:
rzariza:
oh Snap.
“When you love someone you celebrate their successes and help them keep moving...”
– S. Linton (via quote-book)
Just a reminder to some motherfuckers out there:
This is my blog. Whatever I post here, whether it be photos, quotes or posts about certain people, is PRIVATE. If you choose to fucking FOLLOW me, then that’s your fucking problem. Just remember to keep your fucking mouths shut and keep whatever I post to yourself. If I could, I’d ban certain people from viewing my Tumblr but as we all...
And it feels like tonight. I can't believe I'm...
oh god, seriously, do you happen to have some sort of mental imbalance? would keeping your mouth shut for a few fucking seconds really kill you? Jesus.
can you feel the love tonight?
No, I fuckin’ can’t!
I give up -_- Had enough of this bullshit.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. I Corinthians 13:4-8
the bible got it wrong.
“And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make...”
– Romeo & Juliet
septum? no septum?
(?)
bastard son of a bastard son of a wild eyed child...
the smashing pumpkins.
dear everyone I know,
you are all incredibly lame and full of shit. every single one of you. no exceptions.
love,
me.
ps: I especially hate some of you; the ones with no originality, the ones who do things just because they are perceived to be “cool”, the ones who don’t know what true friendship means, the ones who only call when they need something, the one’s who think...