April 2010
They've got me on the outside, looking in. But I can't see at all, with the weight of the world on my shoulders, they just wanna see me fall.
sup guys im bored.
(via wolfguts)
BEEN SINGING JUSTIN BEIBER ALL DAY ..
good day. My friends are hilarious. Everyone in our school pretty much hates us, just this big group of girls, one that picks on kids, two emos and a bunch of screechers. I honestly don’t know what i’m gonna do in college without them to make me laugh.
Your love of the band made me follow you. Hello.
For some reason this only shown up now, The Wombats? I love your blog too much, this is an honor!
ONE LAST NOTE BEFORE I GO
Stephy, stop leaving your crap in my garden, my mother thinks i’m on drugs .
this night went from amazing to shit in a matter of minutes.
off out to probably get stabbed by the sadistic next door neighbour.
LATERRRZZ
When I can hear the rest of the world, the music isn't loud enough.
When their whines and moans overthrow the baseline-kick, turn it up. When their chortles drown out the organised rhythm, pump it louder… And when they finally stop to stare at the stranger with the overly volumized beats, grin. Because that’s you. And they don’t know shit about the escape from reality you seek.
FAITH FELL SHORT THIS TIME, HER SMILE FADES IN THE SUMMER, PLACE YOUR HAND IN MINE, I’LL LEAVE WHEN I WANNA!
IF I WAS IN WW2 THEY'D CALL ME SPITFIRE.
Sat with Ryan listening to The Prodigy. I feel like i should explain who Ryan is, but I get the idea that no one cares. Ryan is my long distance gay friend who is allowed in my room, even though he has a penis. I haven’t seen him in so long and i’m just all kdzjhgkfjxgh.
Seriously, big gay orgy rave right here, right now.
wanna join?
