Should I give up,
or should I just keep chasing pavement?
But dying dogs? Fuck that shit, I need a tissue.
I cried sooooooooooo hard watching Marely & Me. Dying dogs is wayy more upsetting than some whiny retarded movie version of an epic novel. :)
(via ranga-sauce)
(via lickettysplit)
I’ve realized that if I shut my music off for long enough, the uber hot guy whose bedroom is across the street from mine and our windows clash, he’s playing the fucking ukelele. And it sounds freaking magical.
HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?
Here I am searching for new bands on Youtube, when a freaking musician sees me getting changed almost everyday! I need to get curtains so bad!
Did I mention he is the epitome of hotness? I’m think about calling him Balthazar and inviting him over to let me have his children.
Thoughts?
Somebody on Youtube just called me dude. I’m not sure to be offended or not. But I certainly won’t watch another crappy video link sent by someone calling me DUDE.
(via cherrylolita)
You forgot to add ‘plagiarist’.