January 2011
when someone's a bitch, but they're ugly so you...
whenskiesaregrey:
whoisjah-deactivated20120106-de asked: Haha why?
holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck
mad words coming to my brain right now. i have to write it down before i lose it. bblllllll!
I hate when I make typos on Tumblr.
t3hbr0t0l-:
Then I have to be like a ninja and try and fix it before someone sees!
whoisjah-deactivated20120106-de asked: and thats bullshit. haha,
I'm actually gonna stay in the Bronx.
I'm actually gonna stay in the Bronx.
KEVIN HART
REAL NIGGAS
ALL DAY
JUST ME
BY MYSELF
ON DA BLOCK
HOLDING IT DOWN
GUN AT MY WAIST
STRAIGHT FACE
ALL DAY
NOT A GAME
IN JAIL
BY MYSELF!!!
ONE BED
NO PILLOW CASE
ONE PILLOW
DIDN’T NOBODY WRITE ME
IT WAS EARLY
WOKE UP
WENT BACK TO SLEEP
TOOK A NAP
YOU EVER GO NITE NITE, NIGGA?!
YOU EVER GO NITE NITE, NIGGA?!
EVERYBODY GO NITE NITE, NIGGA!!!!!
whoisjah-deactivated20120106-de asked: I'm actually moving there next year. lol,
whoisjah-deactivated20120106-de asked: You already know.
whoisjah-deactivated20120106-de asked: Shut up.
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I used to adore you. When I’d look into your eyes, my world was alright.. and nothing, nothing could touch me. Because I had you, and you loved me. Midnight soon became an eternal eclipse of the bright sun that once glistened all around me. Darkness over-shadowed all… love slowly perished. My heart was the sacred temple which held these destructive emotions. With each heartbeat I gave...
When someone wakes me up:
Little kid drawings are so bad but so cute. lmao
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You wonder why I'm insecure?
analbelle:
Because there are girls out there who look gorgeous without even trying. When they wake up they look like angels. when I wake up, I look like I just got out of a war.
Those photogenic girls who look good in every photo. When someone takes a photo of me, my face looks half retarded.
They don’t even need to dress nicely an they’ll still look good. How they can capture your attention...
I’m a shameless catastrophe, and you accept me with impeccable entirety. Stunning.
I think.. I think that I have no one. I suppose in life survival depends on how well you’re capable of coping with loneliness, with silence, with awful thoughts, and yourself. Because all I have is me. That’s all I’ll ever have. But the hard part is that, I’m not always fond of myself. I don’t always like the way I look. I hate the things I say, the things I do. And...
I got a crush on you
alyaae:
When my crush approaches me this way:
I pretend to be calm:
And when he’s gone I look:
I’ll start texting my friends about what happened:
And my friends are happier than me:
I’ll end up like this inside my room while recalling what happened: