i usually have about as much emotions as a plate of mashed potatoes. i’m a fucking stone. but every now and then i meet someone, or learn something about someone, that changes that.. and then i go total polar opposite end of the spectrum and care/worry a little too much. there are still just a handful of people i really truly give fucks about, and it’s not a big number, but it grew...
cultofpersonalityxo: On reflection, I’ve had quite a wonderful weekend. Not one single event made the weekend epic nor indeed was there anything that occurred to particulaly write home about. But hanging out indoors, watching classic films with a few drinks, j’s with some lovely company was a whole lot more fulfilling than drinking my own weight in sailor jerry’s then spending countless hours...
I’m never gonna pack it in, I know I’m addicted to the nicotine - through my veins it flows I’m young but my lungs are old I’m never ever gonna shift this vice Had emphysema once or twice I’ve tried so many times.
Fourth day in a row involving grant and beer. He will be the death of me.
i’m drunk. i have work at 6 and it’s already after 2 and i can’t sleep for the million thoughts in my head. everything from being irritated by girls trying to get in my friends’ pants through me (we’ve been over this, i will not help you) to people coming on to me drunk (why me? of all the girls, why me? also i’m not that easy just because i’m ugly so...
I haven’t watched wrestling since I was like seven (which is weird ‘cause I fucking loved wwf) but some comeback match is on at the pub and I’ve been half watching… It’s entertaining, not in the way I remember, but definitely entertaining…
So what are we here for? The drugs. Cause it makes the world look prettier, cause they make everyone look prettier Let’s get comatose tonight, let’s have ourselves a good time. Let’s overdose on fluorescent light, cause we ain’t dying yet, right?
thor: he is still my brother.
natasha romanoff: he killed eighty people in two days.
thor: he's adopted.
i’m a little drunk. i’ve spent the entire weekend with grant. we had a onesie party last night with betty and holly. all i’ve done is eat and wrestle and watch movies and get baked. it’s been wonderful. WHY CAN’T LIFE ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS?
casual afternoon twostep in the living room. grant’s a bad example.
i just squealed like a five year old arriving at disneyland when i turned on the tv and liam cormier was in the middle of an interview. one month.
every band i’ve ever loved has broken up and every girl that i was thinkin’ of never gave a fuck.
“I need to take my tablets.” “No mate, you need to take your life.”
BY THE BEARD OF ZEUS!
Pure love just came on the tv. Excuse me who are you? Stop impersonating frank carter please. It sounds like the darkness what a joke. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! Stop fucking around and get back to gallows.
Is the most whitewashed woman alive.
The bigger the flame, the faster the candle melts. You’re burning yours at...
i’m bored of the selfishness, the immaturity, the bitterness, the greediness, the backstabbing and the violence. and i hate the fact that dealing with it my whole life is turning me in to an angry cunt. i don’t want to be anything like you. i need a fresh start. looking at flats in glasgow and trying to figure out how i’d afford it…