I am sick. Sick to death of all this, to the point it's passing emotional sick and i feel physically sick ( Read more... )

Craig amie and ross are honestly some of the coolest people like ever. Had such a good time with them on friday night, but then when i had to leave them, it turned into one of the worst times ever but oh well.
aaah, had such a good night :)
xx

God I need skeeeeaaa
aaaaaaaaaar.
*misses*

On other thoughts though...i'm starting to get really worried.
It feels like something is brewing, maybe i'm just paranoid because of recent events...
god I love that boy. I really hope that for once my instinct is wrong, cause he lights up my world completely.

Argh. This is turning out to be a bad week.
But as of tomorrow, I guess I shall be a free bird in a manner of speaking.
I think i'm going to get a bird tattooed either on my neck, hip, ribs, wrist or back in like, symbolicness of me actually taking this step. You know, the whole leaving school thing, i've always thought about it, but I always thought ( Read more... )

It's when you're sitting alone and you only have one thing on your mind, and that thought alone makes you smile, makes your body shiver, makes you feel so whole, so warm, so safe and so happy ( Read more... )

Sivan I took your advice and have a shower while you're completely baked ( Read more... )

Just thinking bout stuff, and realised something, you guys both used to be like, i don't know, i guess i just thought you were both superheroes or something ( Read more... )

This photo is rocking my world at the moment

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Bet no one does this.
Bet you can't do this cause only 1 in every 30 people can

I Dare you...

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I dare you to tell the person who posted this bulletin the absolute truth of how you feel about them. I mean everything that you think about them. Just do it. Send it in a private message and then if you have the guts, repost this question to see what ( Read more... )

Well done ya'll.
You just lost me.

this is how dreams depart:
(with a fall of eyes,
dark, against the lime-
white laughter
of morn,
and feet, lapping
up their own scars
from the spilled shadows
of remembering
the smell of loss stretches
without pause; it resonates
in the lump in my throat,
and in branches -
already, tomorrow
jogs away with the road;
and there are ( Read more... )