Boy. 18. Music. Video Games. Movies. Losing Sleep Over Cunts. Not Being Edge. Getting Swagged The Fuck Out.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
ya know wht hoe
u make me sad and it makes me more sad that the thought of that doesnt make you sad >:|
i gotta start bitching on here
people b watchin my twitter n fb
SHOTGUN. RELOAD. MAN UP. GO HOME. DRY OFF. CHANGE CLOTHES. FUCKKK.
In violent fits of self absorbed conflict, were going hit for hit. I’m on my tip toes, if for nothing other than to let you know that my limbs are losing their hold on my skin. I know I should be asleep at this hour but I’m taking them to the cleaners. I’ve been working on all sorts of tales that I can tell you, to make you blush while my face sticks to the rearview. SHOTGUN. RELOAD. MAN UP. GO HOME. DRY OFF. CHANGE CLOTHES. FUCKKK.
Got one of muh best friends back
i quess i m moderately happy, shits kinda cool nd unusual. band stuff is going well, writing until i die or whatever. i take a lot for granted. hopin things keep lookin up
the music video to my room mates band, Baklavaa. (they’re the ones holding hands)
“The art of being replaced.
Baltimore-based Baklavaa’s latest single “Dial 888 into the Mood Organ”; filmed throughout Maryland including Annapolis, Baltimore (duh), and Westminster over the summer of 2011. Their EP is currently in its final stages of mixing before it is released and takes over the world…
Director: Tyler W. Davis
“Owner”: Thomas Flair
“TV One”: Ted Ciafardini
“TV Two”: Dominique Wilson
Sound Editor: Richard Morris
Crane Operator: Tyler Brey”
Chola Feeny
Joyce Manor, I am really disappointed with Of All Things I Will Soon Grow Tired. Seriously, get your head in the game or we’ll cut you from the team.
a very bad post
Awful post.
disappointing post
here let me help you with that
HAHAHAHA.
fuck everything about that douche
Best show.
Notebook Pages Part 2
To be honest you haven’t been filling them, it’s mainly some tobacco strands and hole where my sense of accomplishment should be. Or I guess where you should be. I tally it up to my childish reactions and how you don’t know me anymore. Or how it feels to be laying on your floor. Or how these streets just aren’t the same without you kid. You can see I’m still working these dumb cliches in your absence, I’m still in the past tense, and you’re a good ways away from the fence where you used to sleep. I hope the grass is greener, and I hope you understand that was one of the cliches I was talking about. I got strings to put on or whatever.
duane michals this photograph is my proof
The Summer We Went West - Jackson Hole, WY
And I just walked around the city that day
Took a cab to the airport,
It was all gray and all “nothing” out
And for once, I realized what life was about.
So I just sat there as your plane took off
To a city somewhere mid-west,
You said, “Honey, we can make it work out,”
I said, “we’ll just have to try our best.”
And two things I can’t escape are time and wine
And my habit of smoking in the morning
Before you get up, before you wake up,
Before all that blush and makeup,
So stay.
Cry with these blue skies
And maybe one day, I’ll just come and visit
Buy a plane ticket or enough gas,
Just to see you,
And let you know I’m still dramatic and pitiful.
(Source: s4mmich)
