August 2009
thedarlingchild:
what if it’s all fake.
what if the fairy tales and the old movies;
the songs and the photos;
the stories and the couples holding hands;
what if it isn’t real?
and what if i never find love?
and what if i do and it’s not as great as everyone says it is?
argh i think too much at night.
Reblog if you're sick of being single
youarewhatyoulove:
blindedwithscience:
kenbreezy:
(via dustinberrycool)
crying crying i can't stand it
thedarlingchild:
close your eyes and i’ll kiss...
i think about kissing you and my stomach woops
this has never happened to me before.
“i signed up for second life about a year ago. back then, my life was so great i...”
– dwight schrute (via thinkofsomething)
thinkofsomething:
random kid from town today just texted me and then asked me for my number …REALLY?!
ahahahaha ommggg
Happiness is a place I don't visit often.
youarewhatyoulove:
(via thisisanexplosion)
things that fade away
youarewhatyoulove:
thinkofsomething:
tan lines pictures on foggy windows hickeys hair dye memories you
Breathe in, breathe out. Whatever you do, remember...
youarewhatyoulove:
(via thisisanexplosion)
My heart's a little sore, but it's my soul that's...
youarewhatyoulove:
(via thisisanexplosion)
sitting in bed. listening to rilo kiley. my mouth...
(via youarewhatyoulove)
I KNOW THAT TASTE!
9473.) I'm Not Cut Out For School.
youarewhatyoulove:
blogsecret:
I don’t want to be there. It isn’t any fair that i’m stuck inside a classroom everyday with these kids who have absolutely no dreams or goals. Being a doctor? Go ahead. But none of this is for me. I want to be SOMEONE. NOT a doctor NOT a lawyer NOT a scientist. I want to be famous. Sitting in the classroom memorizing word after word will never help me. I don’t want...
I have started a story
sealegslexi:
Or more of a very long rant about a person I don’t know
i love saying fuck
fuck.
I conclude:
beccalater:
the later I stay up, the more I think about shit that isn’t worth thinking about, and the more I torture myself.
So goodnight.
i do the fucking same
i remember sitting on your lap, drunk. I remember sitting there and your hand resting right on my lower back and feeling it there like a weight, your other hand on knee. You were talking to Diana next to me, you just pulled me onto your lap. I could never have anything with you.
the best part about being drunk is afterwards when you’ve just had this crazy night and your sober enough to talk and have a legit conversation but you still feel fuzzy and nice. The best part of being drunk is knowing that your alive.
youarewhatyoulove:
thinkofsomething:
i absolutely love when after a night of drinking, even when you know you aren’t drunk anymore, you still have that nice feeling
I want to not exist.
youarewhatyoulove:
shanene:
oliviabeecool:
Not die, or dissappear. Just not feel anything, or be seen, or anything.
“I wish I were just a little more normal.”
– (via casimms)
I have a lot going on
sealegslexi:
Half of which, no one knows about.
i miss you
9464.) I can't wait to fall in love.
(via blogsecret)
skyeblue:
I want to take photos of people making love. I want to take photos of people fucking. I want to take photos of death. I want to take photos of life. I want to take photos of girls getting high. I want to take photos of long, blonde hair blowing in the wind. I want to take photos of an elderly man walking his dog. I want to take photos of an alcoholic drinking. I want to take photos of an...
ewirjweirjweirj i am so, so sad.
so...i just danced around the room for 2 or 3...
thinkofsomething:
blindedwithscience:
...
what's the ratio of stanley nickels to schrute...
thinkofsomething:
same as the ratio of unicorns to leprechauns
I LOVE THE OFFICE
