haven’t uploaded a pic in FOREVER. so, here ya go
*(-_^) there's an angel next door. say hi.
18. sweet (:
Reblog this if you’re still a virgin.
I want to see how many people are proud of it.
(Source: sleepylikeyeah7)
GET A LIFE BRO ..
You bought a pair of chucks and now you claiming Taylor Gang ?
I was rocking chucks way before Taylor Gang ..
You listened to Odd Future once and now you’re atheist ..
I saw you at bible study last tuesday …
Nostalgia
Her reflection in the mirror seems agonizing.
Her afflicted heart is still mourning from grief.
Recovery starts with control;
Something she can’t manage.
Crying becomes more challenging,
Yet when the alternatives seem rare,
Longing makes it that much harder to stop.
What’s the point of putting on mascara
When it’s just going to leak below my eyes?
Music lacks sympathetic care.
The words to each song are heart-throbbing specimens of her life,
The one thing she was trying her best to obliterate from memory.
Yet, she blasts the tunes to drown out the discomfort,
Because, this time, the physical out-weighs the emotional,
But only because she allowed it;
Perhaps even caused it.
This may be the reason why sentimental memories seep through her weakened veins,
Along with everything else that makes her feel uneasy.
Though choices are still present,
The chances are none,
And thoughts become more vivid,
Now that deflection no longer helps.
The sound of her own voice nearly startles her dead;
The trembled tone more alarming than harsh words.
It’s apparent that she’s losing faith,
Effacing hope,
And excluding herself from the world created for her
By locking the door.
With the antique chair placed below the doorknob;
The broken glass shoved inside a drawer.
Recluse and solitary in a cluttered room, still,
She turns up the volume a little bit more,
With only a tiny window to look out at the universe and provide her light.
<3
(:
When you walk into a friends room and they are like:
“Sorry for the mess,”
And you’re like:
And you think of what your room looks like:
i don’t care how “cool” 666 becomes, i love the One who created ME, and it damn sure wasn’t Tyler.
What exactly the fuck is Tyler “creating”?
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