my, my what a mess was made of my head
when I heard what you'd been through that day.

happy birthday kyle partrick curley<3

you're a legal beagle.

i hope you4,5,6 as a group... DROP DEAD.
i hope you3 have a good time in florida.
i hope you2 find him.
i hope you1're happy.

i hope you1 meant it.

we're fuck ups and perverts, we're dickweeds and drunks, drowning in rivers chained into trunks.
this new work is awkward, I don't like the lines. I hate all the people with pinpointed eyes.

you said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,
the distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
a metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
and a pulse conducted by our dying lines..
baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober.
it's the ( Read more... )

tell me that you're alright.
yeah everything is alright.

b a b y

arg, i'm emily. maybe i shouldn't leave myself logged in on other people's computers. oh snap.

“Every genuine boy is a rebel and an anarch. If he were allowed to develop according to his own instincts, his own inclinations, society would undergo such a radical transformation as to make the adult revolutionary cower and cringe.”

i have no class.ever.

i have detention tomorrow.

don't let us fade.

i just want to be...

is that alright?

i know what i said but i consider this.

cause i consider you.

nancy jean carlson wanna dance?

hold my hand.kiss my face. i want your 5 oclock all day. i want your back all night.

i want sean.

( yeah we're more alive then you're ever going to be )