March 2010
1 post
January 2010
2 posts
1 tag
t. swift's love story - revisited
she’s all pent up anger and a smile on her face.
he’s all the things that hate could replace.
she needs him right here, right now, more than ever.
he ignores her today, tomorrow, and forever.
she wants to hear words he’d never say.
he smiles, a hello, and goes away.
she’s scared of the them that’ll never be.
he’s oblivious of everything, so stupid,...
November 2009
1 post
August 2009
7 posts
I Incarcerated Someone in Fall Out Boy & All I Got...
fuckyeahpatrickstump:
thundercougarfirebird:
ourcalisunrise:
backlessblackdress:
quizzical-frisson:
The new album from Fall Out Boy, featuring:
“7 Months in Prison” “I’ve Got A Dark Cell & A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth” “Nobody Puts Patrick in the Pen” “Switchblades & Infidelity” “Homesick at Prison Camp” “Snitches & Talkers Get Stitches & Walkers”...
o:
Much as I loved your posts.
And I really honestly still do.
Can’t take the racist hate.
So sorry to unfollow you.
You’ll still be the best person to follow on Tumblr though.
C.
TIM BURTON'S ALICE IN WONDERLAND WATCH TRAILER... →
IAWTC. And Johnny Depp? You are always made of awesome. But especially when you’re with your goooooood buddy friend, Tim Burton. frolovvlad:
OH MY FUCKING FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKED UP I FUCKING LOVE IT!
June 2009
2 posts
Por Siempre
Words are jumbled in my head
And they can’t get out. Stuck.
Stuck. Stuck.
Slow exsanguination, except. It’s not
My blood. Words choking out. Barely
There. Cannot breathe. Rob me
Of my sanity. Self-expression. Freedom is
Merely a word. A right. A lie.
These words are lost in an intricate war
Between societal norms and human truths.
So bad, so bad, so bad, they say.
What do they know?...
April 2009
1 post
March 2009
1 post
1 tag
Adoration Execution
I can’t help but feel nothing at all
With everybody to catch me when I fall
Their arms around me, feeling bliss
Then I realize, I’m so sick of this
Whatever I write, they love and adore
Works in public, a common whore
Loved for the out, and the not in
More of the loss, the unstrived win
Let them gather ‘round and ‘round
See what they think, with lies abound
...