you were doing well when all i knew about you was how sarcastic you were. then you said you thought i looked twenty fucking four. seven years in the wrong direction, man. ouch.
me: i just bought us 4 tickets to lta. 2012 is set to be a bute.
becky: dude wtf i told you i already bought them!
me: ....man what the hell is wrong with me
jesshateslife: who remembers jj from skins and that guy from anavahood ? lul, he works in the apple store now. WHERE? WHICH ONE? this is the start of some serious stalking.
part your lips a little bit more, i will swallow your fear.
i know this makes me such an asshole but when people use the wrong variation of “there” “their” and “they’re” or “to” and “too” or “your” and “you’re” it makes me want to strangle them. same applies to people who misplace apostrophes. the english language is beautiful, please stop mangling it.
hardcore seems such an inappropriate genre title for bands that spend a good amount of time screaming about their emotional cripplings.
oh the hot mangu show was shit hot tonight, by the way. also found out i have two MORE brothers and two MORE sisters tonight. bizarre doesn’t cover it. seriously dad how many holes did you stick your dick in and did noone ever tell you about condoms?
so i get stalked by a mentally handicapped cripple, the closest i have come to flirtation with anyone in months has been getting a wink from the guy at RBS who complimented my aptness at mathematics (fucking get me) and now some four foot tall politics student is trying to charm me on fucking facebook chat of all places. No mate, seeing me on a night out doesn’t make it okay to add me and...
i feel about an inch tall right now. fts.
today was a struggle. and everyone knew but they said nothing, for which i am grateful. i was going to write some more tonight but i can’t step out of my own mindset to write good material… guess i wasn’t born to be an author. i’m no use when i’m left to my own devices. when i have nothing but my thoughts for company things turn ugly. a couple limovan and a night cap...
Freedom. Freedom tastes a lot like saliva and blood, feels a lot like grit on...
...wha...what is wrong with you?
first of all, sending strangers raunchy messages about your sexual fantasies involving them in strange enough, but why be so bold as to tell them “i want you to cum on my face” (which is really endearing, girls. definitely how to make them fall in love with you right?) but then send it anonymously? what on earth do you get out of that? and if i asked anyone who’d done it i bet...
Little Truths: Things that will get you... →
astronautssleepinspace: Bad poetry. Pictures of naked Hipster girls smoking cigarettes, bottles of alcohol, etc. Arguing something “because that’s what the Bible says.” Pictures of Canons, Nikons, Leicas, whatever other cameras exist. Bad prose. Reblogging yourself. Stop that. I saw your shitty photography once… “turn in to a unicorn” ladies and gentlemen this post has...
I loved my friend, had loved him for a year in spite of his acid tongue and black moods, his ill-treatment of himself and, at times, of me. I loved him for his fierce grasp of fact and his blissful abandon to music; for his pursuit of success and his egotistical acts of mercy. So help me, I loved him even when he abandoned me, and near fell down in worship when he returned. reading is meant to...
an insight in to the life of those who choose to live edge has made me realise a few things. some of those things shocked me more than i would have expected, and upon taking a moment to evaluate my life choices, i’m not in the least impressed by myself or my actions. it’s strange how much has changed in such a short time. if the fourteen year old me could see me now, she’d be so...
Reblog if you want your followers to tell you one...
shit. seriously, shit. i am in a lot of it. i left my keys at work. someone went in to the safe. there’s a lot of money missing. and this looks dodgy as hell because when i turned everything in the office off to leave, i accidentally hit the off button on the security cameras. fuck fuck fuck fuck shit.
19 days and i’ll be eighteen one month and eighteen days ‘til i see brand new. i can’t wait.
note to self: never do a half hour run wearing a strapless bra ever again. this is painful.