January 2011
December 2010
Watchvitraheartsyou:
vintageroses-:
iheart-ladygaga:
tighterthanplastic:
-herestothekids:
invaluablecompanion:
loving-hate:
meekaio:
JUST CLICK IT. FOREVER ON MY BLOG
THIS JUST HAS TO BE ON MY BLOG
I HAVE BEEN PLAYING THIS FOR HOURS
OH MY GOD YES
IVE BEEN TRYING TO BEAT THE FIRST LEVEL FOR LIKE AN HOUR NOW. WTF I SUCK.
fbjufoidnfdiobnd omggg x)
dlfkgjdklfgj fuck yess!!
...
Watchhairaffidesu:
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
I reblogged this earlier. This is just too cool and entertaining to not reblog again. HAHA.
I’ve been hurt too many times, stressed out enough, confused at times, and sometimes I just don’t know what to do, but what bothers me the most is I can’t seem to let go.
Realize what you have when it’s infront of you, not when it’s walking away.
Watchhairaffidesu:
CLICK THE SQUARES.
THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
"you're cute when you're mad."
LOL, bitch Ima be fucking gorgeous in a minute.
The, "I miss you" feeling.
Ever get those feelings where all you can think about is that one person that makes you smile, continously? The feeling of what they are doing. How they are doing. And where are they — All without you? You despise the feeling because, you always wonder if they’re missing you, the way you are missing them.
L4D2.
khevinthere asked: oh my... i really needa stop eating so much and growing then... xD
khevinthere asked: oh my... i really needa stop eating so much and growing then... xD
I'm gonna have a kickity backity for my birthday.
Girls and Women.
yanrwtb:
Though those two categories fall under the same gender, I, in no way, classify them the same.
Girls: Adolescents. They don’t know what the fuck they’re doing. They fall within the mass just to fall less within themselves and more within the hype. Speaking of fall, they fall for boys they claim to be grown men. (Uh, no sweetie, no real man wants a girl to fill the absence of a woman) I...
justsayingjennuh:
Thanks to the EVIL Mr. Poynter, I know a lot about English. He was a fucking drill sargent. Every morning: pop quiz that you’re bound to fail if it isn’t nouns or adjectives. Ridiculous projects that are due at the end of the week. Fucking outrageous grading system: A or F, nothing else. Always having to have your note cards with you. Reading a seventh grade book that was...
Your smile makes me smile.
