December 2010
Nothing like friends re-runs to start the NY
So no one told you life was going to be this way.
Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, you’re love life’s DOA.
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear,
Well, it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.
But, I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there...
Elvis is singing in some old movie.
Christ, I love him.
Oh my sweet followers, how I love that man.
How I always think I'll spend my New Years:
sayhopscotch:
How I’ll ACTUALLY spend it:
don't need to post how drunk you are on facebook.
srsly.
I might leave this ball early, because there aren’t very many nice young men, but there are a lot of drunk old ones… And i don’t want to stick around to see what happens.
FFS.
I don’t want to drive to mandurah. So i said i’d go to the NYE Ball,
but i’m happy sitting here, sunburnt, in my pj’s listening to ellie goulding sing.
HELLO 2011, DO YOU LIKE MY PJ PANTS?
going out with a bang this year guiz.
thank you, 2010.
myscarlookslikealightningbolt:
for the new friends I made
for the friends who stuck with me through thick and thin
for the bitches that backstabbed me
for the people who just walked out of my life
for the people who broke my heart
for the people who made me happy
most of all… this is for me on still being awesome, and will be awesome in 2011
I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY REPUTATION
LIVING IN THE PAST, IT’S A NEW GENERATION.
but it was just a feeling, nothing more.
“And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone “
ah, goodnight i guess.
Bring me your love tonight, No i am not where i...
The walls sigh steadily, as i tell all. As I lay in the middle of this room, striaight as a pin, not moving, just staring, just thinking. Nothing stirs, that’s what i like about it. I watch thoughts spill out my ears, eyes, mouth and nose, and watch them ink themselves upon the walls, they form faces, places, words, shapes, music notes, things i’m not sure what to call. I’d stay...
FFS. I can't reply to 'yea'
I told you that he couldn’t talk. This is so awkward.