January 2011
50 posts
This Is Unhealthy.
Your affection is ultimately my cause of death.
I Want Your Kiss.
Im pissed as shit, I just want everyone to leave...
Harry, same the fuck here. Honestly…I don’t want to be texted, called, facebooked, tweeted, tumblred or anything! F U C K! S O C I E T Y!
worldfav0rite asked: You're adorable and I miss you!
1-800-buttsex asked: lauren <3
Impatient.
Why is it the one person I want to talk to right now, won’t talk to me? :/ I honestly do get attached to people way too easily. It’s my biggest downfall. Will there ever be a point in time where I won’t dread not taking to you, where I’m not anxiously waiting for your call or text message? I guess I’ll know when it happens.
Now Run Towards The Light.
Time Is Like A Wild Cat.
IT’S GONNA GETCHYAAA!
Hold On To Your Kite.
Just don’t let me down.
You're On Mad Creeper Status.
Myyearbook. The definition of creeps & creepettes. The ones who view your profile every two minutes. The ones who message you constantly even though you don’t respond to the first one.
Heart To Heart With Pam
I love my mom after today. We’ve talked about soo much in the past couple hours. Just wish it will stay like this.
We Have The Ransom!
Tell me how that you can swim when ropes are wrapped around your limbs.
Insanity Profanity.
Goodnight Moonlight
Moving Away From The Light & Into Darkness For An Ounce Of Slumber.
The flood is getting closer. I don’t think they know that I don’t...
Shame S h a m e
If ignorance is bliss, then eradicate my knowledge of my history. Now meaningless left on my own. I looked for a long time. Crossed paths with your kind, but some things are better left alone.
Everything Is So Dead.
I can’t seem to fall asleep. No one is awake. WHATDAAFUCKAMISUPPOSEDTODO!? I need to meet some night owls. I’ll be able to count on them during my restless hours.
illest-wizard:
Me knowing there’s school tomorrow:
Knowing I still have to study & prepare:
And the fact that I have to leave Tumblr:
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I’ll tap the break while you crack the window. The smell of smoke is...
– The Format- Tune Out
Sailing Souls; Sailing Not Selling.
I sold my soul to the devil, that’s a crappy deal. Least it came with a few toys like the Happy Meal. This game, you could never win cause they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again. Get away from me loneliness, get away from me misery. Get away from me fake shit, I can’t take the phoniness. Get away from me wack tracks, I can only make only hits. I’m an only child lost in the...
MUSCULARRRR BEAVERRRR!
We Like, We Like To Party.
It'd Be Wise To Just Say GoodBye.
Hearing those words is like a cut to the heart. So, you wan me out. Alright. I’m gone. I just hope you know that once I’m gone, I’m gone for good. No apologies. No reunion. It’ll be like I never existed. You’d sure like that wouldn’t you?
Twelfth Stroke Of Midnight.
I can’t read between the lines of a letter that you’ve never written. I can’t begin to compromise on a problem that you have invented. Dead stares cut a paper heart and beats ink in these pages letters written in regret. To many lifeless faces. This is the end of me. I am running on empty. Hours spent pouring over these words with nothing gained. All that was lost with nothing...
Or bring them back to life, back to reality.