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6 months ago
Damn you made me look like an asshole. But no one else knows how batshit crazy you are….
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8 months ago
sometimes you make me so mad I want to go algebraic on your ass.
MATHEMATICAL!
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9 months ago
Raise Your Weapon
Rippin’ my heart was so easy, so easy Launch your assault now, take it easy Raise your weapon, raise your weapon One word and it’s over
Rippin’ through like a missile Rippin’ through my heart Rob me of this love Raise your weapon, raise your weapon and it’s over
Love your ego, you won’t feel a thing Always number one The pen with a bent wrist crooked king Sign away our peace for your war, one word and it’s over
Dropping your bombs now On all we’ve built How does it feel now to watch it burn, burn, burn? Raise your weapons, raise your weapons and it’s over
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1 year ago
MINE!!!
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Notes: 489 / 1 year ago from takingthisalltoheart
(Source: takingthisalltoheart)
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1 year ago
If I wanted to watch Private Practice I would watch it and not watch Grey’s. Why would there be two episodes of Grey’s that have ten minutes of the normal crew and the rest random people I don’t care about at all? I like character development but don’t introduce an entire cast of people and pretend like I’m going to care about their problems. Fuck this shit
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Notes: 81 / 1 year ago from basicdelusions-deactivated20120
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1 year ago
Flawless
You are absolutely flawless. Do I even deserve someone like you?
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Notes: 945 / 1 year ago from everybodysayfucktheclub (originally from buttholio-deactivated20111204)
o snap
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1 year ago"I think I’ll fill my gut tonight with something brown and painful. Smoke my cigarretes until they burn my lips, until the filter just gets in the way of enjoyment. I said I never wanted to spend another winter in the cold. So I picked up and left you, you know as I do that absence makes the heart grow suspicious. There’s something to be said about having an argument. And convincing myself I’m right, well, it happens all the time. And all the bad feelings subside in just a couple pours and sips I could snap like a stressed out string and pick up the dirt like it’s such a simple thing. Such a simple thing. Contacts and contracts personally prescribing medicine, drink tickets and free meals of fake deals, hitchhikers and translucent mouth whores. Cold air, warm beers, fat wallets to skinny pockets, I don’t even know where I am. I don’t even know where I am. Somewhere on the west coast and this road is as long as my longing to be home. Free as hell out here and something free is always nice. But I’m a handout for the kids and it makes me feel cheap. And they’ll take me, they’ll take me without thinking twice. I’ll be grateful for some sleep."- Matthew Winters
