January 2010
I don’t know who I am anymore.
Love Letter
I’d like a flat white, a day of pale skies And a real kiss, Inside an old house, by the seaside You can take off my blouse. But take it from me, I’m disorderly and you’d be better off writing someone else your love letter ‘cause I’m always on the road. And ofcourse I want to know you better, but you know how it goes. Well a telegrams no substitute when it comes to...
I don't want to sleep, But I don't want to stay...
(via nostalgicdreams)
I understand that scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there’s no fucking way paper can beat rock. is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock leaving it immobile? why the hell can’t paper do this to scissors? screw scissors, why can’t paper do this to people? why isn’t notebook paper constantly suffocating students while they take notes in...
Wowz.
iwantyourdisease:
Heyy itsbabyspice - See Gaga and Hilton on your page, hott. <3
Heyy visceralcity - boys, boys, boys! <3
ya i fucking love gaga! <3
I wish everyone would stop forgetting I exist, you know, everyone I know has let me down in some way. I don’t think there’s one all around good person out there, including myself. everyone is full of lies and bullshit, to make you happy in that moment but no one actually puts meaning behind anything they say. No matter how close you become to someone, there comes a time when your in no way...
Trent: Daria, do you ever feel like you are wasting your life?
Daria: Only when I’m awake.
