Hello, Mr. Beau
I miss you.
February 2010
Gluttonyisabliss
is having a cheesy galore. Aaaa I could die looking at all the pictures! Omnomnom
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up?
ectoplasmspasm:planetmars:beautymescudimoney:urban-legend:harrymango:carissapunla:-pct:
Unrequited.
Why’d you have to be so cute
It’s impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It’s bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go
- Goodnight and Go, Imogen Heap
Love is, so, so, tempting.
PMS-y
I’m not the one who always in temper when that time of the month is approaching. But, I’m so fucking pissed at your nonchalant attitude.
But, at the same time, I wish I could sink my head into your arms and just cry my heart out. I miss being around you, cant you see?
:(
“No,I dont want you.
But I love the idea of wanting you in some other galaxy on some bizarre timeline.” — Suction, Yang Mimi Morticia
But I love the idea of wanting you in some other galaxy on some bizarre timeline.” — Suction, Yang Mimi Morticia
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