She said what now?
September 2010
37 posts
Mother fucking bitch
It’s kinda late to feel bad, you already made me give him away. He was mine.
My baby. Nothing you could ever say or do will take this back.
FUCK. YOU.
R&E
I need some major down time. Chill days at the mountains just sitting and thinking.
Rest and Relaxation.
What the hell.
Why are you being so over dramatic? So what if I didn’t chill with you after homecoming? I wanted to actually enjoy then WHOLE night and not have to go home. Jesus Christ, you don’t need to “drink your feelings away” because I didn’t have the means or want to talk to you the rest of the night. It’s not that big of a deal. Chill the fuck out or dip the fuck out. This shit wont fly.
A little about me.
- I have commitment issues.
- I get cold really fucking quick.
- I change my style to much.
- I’m brutally honest.
- I get annoyed by people really easily
- I hate spazzes and over dramatics.
- I listen to the randomest music ever.
- I’m a thirty year old trapped in a seventeen year old’s body.
- I am never content.
congrats tumblr, you now know me.
Going to a Concert:
Getting ready:
Driving to the show:
Make it to the venue:
Start a conversation with other fans:
Realize their just as awesome as you are:
See some kid with the same shirt as you:
Over hear the band sluts:
Finally get inside the venue:
The band starts to play:
They play your favorite song:
They play a sad song:
They make some sex jokes:
They play the last song of the night:
You drive home and reflect on the awesomeness that just happened:
Yep. (:
THIS <33
fuck yes .
Sum up right here.
Amatuer writing
Although some of the writing on internet sited are shittily done, I thoroughly enjoy the imagination and passion I see.
Fixed the spelling for Daryn McCoy
