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im on it more often. i mainly reblog and its usually atl so if you’re following me and want to check it just click the link :)
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For your viewing pleasure, followers. *leaves the room so you can go about your business*
fuck you alex, i wanna fuck that.
i see his fuck me lines;)
(via dear-atl-count-me-in)
Reblog if you’d say yes if Jack asked you to prom!
hell fucking yeah!!!
Growing Up
Your close friends become strangers, lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts, homework goes in the trash, soda becomes vodka, kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties? Dads shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings, race issues were about who ran the fastest, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut, the only thing that hurt you was skinned knees and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? ………… And we couldn’t wait to grow up.
for someone so young, she pinpoints exactly whats happened to most of us.
man i haven’t been this happy in a while :]
got to hang out with my bffflanoscue <3 today :]
reblog if you ‘member that show.
(via cccourtney)
It’s neverending. This road I’m forced to be on. There’s no dead end, no left or right turns. It’s just a straight road to nowhere.
My mind is a mess of words and images that I want so badly to erase from my memory. I can’t even tell what I’m seeing anymore. Words twist until they’re unrecognizable and I no longer understand whats being said. Images fade and appear and blend till its just a blur of colors.
My head is punding painlessly but I want to cry because I can’t feel it. I know my stomach churns with each and every insult hurled my way but I don’t feel it, so my face remains blank.
It’s what keeps me sane, this pain I want to feel. It lets me know that I’m still alive and capable of feeling something and not just the numbness I succumb to. But the confusion that is my mind makes it hard to tell fantasy from reality.
This facade I’ve worked so hard to perfect is cracking. Slowly, the smile is fading only to be replaced with a permanent frown. Tears are forming and forcing their way out. I’m getting lost in painful memories but yet, I continue walking down this road.
