So many people I know in real life are starting to follow me on here. I feel the need to censor myself, like I can’t fully open up anymore.
youshouldhaveracingstripes asked: Oh you were followin' me and I wasn't followin' you :( That's like, really really sad. I like to follow everyone that is followin' me! You know, people are interesting (or so they say).
Anyway, I guess a hug will do as an apology, okey?
*offers a hug*
lol I'm in a random mood, excuse me
hahahaha! no apology needed, my dear! :] no need for it, but thank ya! :]
Amsterdam - Coldplay
Come on, oh my star is fading
I swerve out of control
If I’d, if I’d only waited
I’d not be stuck here in this hole
Come here, oh my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
And I swear I waited and waited
I’ve got to get out of this hole.
But time is on your side, it’s on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around
It’s no cause for concern
Come on, oh my star is fading
And I see no chance of release
And I know I’m dead on the surface
But I’m screaming underneath
And time is on your side, it’s on your side now
Not pushing you down and all around
No, It’s no cause for concern
Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
And I’m on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
But it won’t change a thing
I’m sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge
Tied to the noose
You came along and you cut me loose
(via screamingunderneath)
shadwil asked: have you ever been in love?
no, no i haven’t. and that’s okay, because i’m still really young :]
Anonymous asked: you're really beautiful
you’re really kind <3
thank you! :]
Things I like: Dom Howard
(via ajoegoenarja)
That awkward moment when you start telling a story and you realize no one’s listening, so you slowly fade out and pretend you never said anything.
(via p-lasticforks)
I hate awkwardly bumping into people in the hallways at school inadvertently.
They look at me like I’m some huge inconvenience to them when really I just want to get to point B
To which I naturally realiate with an expression such as:
Girl, who you tryna front?
But then I realize these people are not only terrifying and bigger than me, but they don’t understand the definition of pacifism, so my expression quickly morphs into an awkward pose.
Yet they’re waiting for the climatic standpoint within our near scuttle, and sometimes get bitchy and yell and cause lots of silliness, hoping to see me retaliate.
But I don’t, because I’m too weak to fight back, so we both awkwardly leave, fuming, like this:
