February 2012
There’s a certain respect you have to have for an enemy. They will always let you know they don’t like you, that’s kept clear. A “friend” on the other hand, doesn’t have the courage to dislike you upfront.
“And you taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And...”
– (via wordsandlyrics)
We out to the parade tomorrow? :)
exit152:
the idea of wearing jeans that are not skinny jeans terrifies me now i can’t remember what i used to do with all that extra space around my ankles
Idk.. I have hater Fb friends obvi. Lmao
ill-minded replied to your post: Lmfao someone’s tight.
wtf?lol
I am not a football fan but today I actually watched the Superbowl and was mad into it. HELL FUCKING YEAH NY TAKES THE WIN. We do it. ;)
I just can’t wait for baseball season and for my Yankees to take itt.
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Do you know what I love about writing? That even after the day my bones rot and my ashes whither away into the dirt, my writing will still be right there. On loose leaf, blank sheets of paper, on cards, stationaries, in that little black journal with golden edged sheets, and on this blog. And if one day I make it as a professional, in books. It will be there. At some point the generations after me...
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Truthfully I think I’m a terrible person, not intentionally terrible. But yes, terrible. I don’t mean to be. I do things, knowing they’re wrong. Yet I don’t give a fuck. I’ll sometimes put my own selfish satisfactions before others. I’m vengeful. Vindictive is a better word. Sometimes I can’t even control myself. Or maybe I choose not to. Bad...
On a brighter note, I’m watching Martin. That’s my shit.
