Rimjobs?
Anonymous asked: Not only do I like your blog (haha I found it) but I also am OBSESSED with you secretly. Ok here we go.. I got this idea from a Tumblr spam I got once lol.. I think you like me too and you were always too shy to admit it :3 go to crushmatches(dòt)com (wtf it wont let me link regular) and make an account there. Then look up the profile 'gottagetme19' (me obviously) I left body pictures.. if you can guess who I am hit me up and we'll hang soon. You need a C C but its free
Sigh… If only you were real and not an Automated Malware Phishing program. We could’ve gotten along swimmingly. But alas Mally, it was never meant to be. Forever alone. Lol.
My and my little band: Stoned.
10 plays
Lights- Romance Is… (Cover)
She has the cutest, softest voice I have ever heard. I’ve never consciously related to this song, never gone out of my way to share it with a solitary cigarette by my window. But when the song slows down and it asks you to slow it all down… I smile, not a self-reveling masochistic smile, I smile at the truth and I wish I had some alcohol to wash it down.
You’re three sides of my eight sided circle to lovers
Juxtaposed with doorways
Broken window frames color her eyes
In with black lines let it all run down
Let it all run down
It’s one way to opt for a horizon
Cause in my opinion
It’s one way to say we’re abandoned
And we don’t belong here at all
There’s no explanation or forewarning
Underneath all the crimson lining
We approach the street with a clear conscience
We’ll survive,
Let it all fall down,
Let it all fall down
It’s one way to opt for a horizon
And not to mention
It’s one way to say were abandoned
And we don’t belong here at all
And romance just is…
Slow it all down
The damage is done
Play the music loud
Don’t make a sound
Let’s raise a toast
To a sad story
In a dirty cup
In a dirty cup you made it
You made it hurt so bad
You made it hurt so bad
With a little poison we can burn this whole place down to the ground
again.
Rant about relationships.
I don’t understand the whole, playing games and shit people do when they like someone.
If you fucking like someone then tell them how you feel.
Worst thing that can happen “I don’t feel the same” at least you know and you haven’t spent months pining about what …
I rarely re-blog things. But I rarely find writings that are in the same vein with things I primarily write about. It’s actually pretty motivating when he boils it down like that.
(Source: ddanielmaitlandd)
unstable-passions asked: You have such an interesting way of putting words together , I love your blog :)
Oh wow. Thank you! :D
This is such a coincidence, you got an anon saying he adored your blog in your ask right? That was me :)
My first day as a 19 year old comes to an end. And as pathetically sad as this may seem, the day had it’s fair share of complicacies. As of recently I’ve decided to relocate to another blog. People from real life have discovered my little piece of the internet and I really do not think this is how my friends should learn more about me, not from the negative side at least.
So as of today this blog will no longer be having any of my future words. They are monopolistically mine and I choose not to share. I will however be active here regardless, just no more written posts.
Chaos, Love, Illusion <3
Here Again
I can see it in my head. Her face, untouched by my physical senses, an inch away from mine. I think I always knew it was too late. I hear me owning up to my feelings smiling nervously as I do so, I stare at her blank unreadable face waiting for that second of an eternity, her expression doesn’t change, there is no recognition in her eyes, no want for anything I have to offer. And that’s as far as I can see… I can’t even bring myself to believe in the other outcome. I smile at myself for a second realizing that’s how pessimistic I’ve become.
I remember that feeling of heartbreak, that unmistakable threat, that bitter-sour taste in my veins. It’s then I realize that whatever emotions this girl may spark in me, all that confusion and hopelessness is actually keeping the other crazy away from me right now. I don’t have to confess any feelings… Maybe she will if she has them for me. Just exist in this state till I have to leave, deal with whatever happens in Rome when get there.
I see myself slumped in a corner bottle in hand, dried streaks on my face. I feel the familiarity, I almost miss it for a second then I snap back, feeling pain is at least feeling something quantifiable at least something, better than feeling nothing at all.
