Life & Good Vibes

18. Living life. Music is my passion and I love just about everything. I'm into pop culture and media. This is a personal blog about me and other stuff that I like. So yeah.. :D

May 14, 2013 6:34 pm

U have no idea <333333333333333333333333333

(btw face is on purpose ;D)

May 8, 2013 11:59 pm

them

What happened to us?

I loved us,

I thought you loved us,

I think too much about us,

Do you think about us?

In the end it was never about us,

It was about them.

11:53 pm 11:50 pm

hands

when we used to hold hands,

you would get nervous with sweaty palms,

and I thought it was the cutest thing,

but now they linger at your sides,

and so does mine,

I miss your hands in mine.

May 7, 2013 8:26 pm May 1, 2013 10:44 pm
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swurvedcords:

13 years later, this sound still terrifies the ever-living crap out of me.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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April 30, 2013 8:40 pm

There was this skinhead that was harrasing her, and she just walked right up to him and said: “I’m more of a man that you’ll ever be. And more of a woman that you’ll ever get.”

you just want me to cry forever .__.

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April 29, 2013 10:12 pm
batchix:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

NUGS.

I CANT BREATHE 

batchix:

time-sponges:

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry.  You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry.  Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

NUGS.

I CANT BREATHE 

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April 24, 2013 7:04 pm March 31, 2013 11:59 pm
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confusedtree:

notxam:

image

so this happened

This is nearly a year old and not a single day has gone by that I haven’t thought about it

OHMYFUCKINGGOD

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