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I'm sick of explaining myself. I want so many things out of this world and i think there is nothing selfish about it.
I'm on the tipping account @those-punk-tips
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I'm always talking but I can't articulate a thing.
Stay calm, keep down, keep the radio loud.
I'm starting to think that you're the reason why everyone left.
I'll wear the bright pink tie you wore that day, I'll make the promises you failed to make. I'll be the man you'll never be, and you won't be around to see the man my mother made of me.
The drops of rain, they fall all over. This awkward silence makes me crazy.
Did you really think that you could fix me?
Think of me when you're out there. I'll beg you nice from my knees. And when the world treats you way to fairly, well it's a shame I'm a dream.
Got two gigs this weekend ((#OOTD))
I'm sick of always hearing sappy love songs on the radio. This place, it's f*cking cursed and it's plagued, and I can never escape, when my heart it explodes.
Sentimental is going out of style.
You're not my type
Ever since we've met, I've got just one regret to live through: and that one regret is you.
Why am I headed to a party when I'm homesick?
I couldn't bear to think you're losing your mind.
I will love you, but not now.
Help I'm alive, my heart it keeps beating like a hammer.
Well I can't come home till they're singing la, la la la, la la la, till everyone is singing
Yknow I see myself in his disposition and the way he moves...and the way he ties his shoes.
Let's play a game of Russian Roulette, I'll load the gun, you place the bets.
I layed down last year, traded tobacco for new north side air.
Self-medicate, while they sleep we let the night chance evil things away.
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