January 2011
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If you’re not my blood, you are my bones. The only one I’ve ever known. (…) You don’t know what you mean to me. So many secrets run through me. (…)
Do you…
Like Father Like son
If you’re not my blood, you are my bones. The only one I’ve ever known. (…) You don’t know what you mean to me. So many secrets run through me. (…) Do you have regrets do you ever look back? Do you have regrets, don’t look back. (…) Many nights I laid awake trying to think of a way to say But the words just don’t seem to escape. They get...
Every once in awhile I am so deviously loving that I’m a girl. Because being a girl means you get to try on 100 different outfits and end up in the first thing you had on. It means spending hours doing your hair and makeup only to get stuck in the rain. Its singing obnioxiously and dancing like a maniac only to find out you weren’t actually alone. Its hoping he holds your hand when...
why does everyone act like Bob Bryar never...
kelleyplague:
It pisses me off.
When I mention him and people are all confused like:
and they ask me, “…Who?” and then I’m like:
So I’m like, “Their old drummer…?” And they’re all:
“THEY HAD ANOTHER DRUMMER?!??!?!”
So I’m like:
And I ask them what their favorite song is, and they’re all, ”I LUV NA NA NA, MCR IS SOOOOO HAWT.”
And I’m just like:
“I remember how excited I was the first time I walked into Vibrations (the local...”
– Shawn Milke (via fuckyeahshawnmilke)
