[[MORE]]My entire facebook newsfeed is old pictures of Brandons that Bryan liked. Just scrolling and lolling. Being a pirate, and making trips to the mall to do nothing but plank, screencaps of Finns butt, Pissing off Jonah with Arthur Darvills jellybean nostrils <3 As he would say, never fucking sorry for the awesome fucking memories made… bitch.
babaganate: Raw Revolution by Big D and the Kids...
I’m finding it frustrating more than anything lately that I hardly take a liking to the singers in ska bands. I dig the music, until it’s time for words. I want more to listen to, but I can’t find any vocals that are pleasing to my ears…
My notebook, my sketchbook, a book to read, will be my only friends this week in South Carolina. No phone, no need to spend time on the internet. Nobody that I’d feel the urge to call up and talk to, or tell about my day… If anyone, I’ll check in with Christina. We’ll see how this goes. Open mind, not even sure if I’d rather meet someone down there or come and leave...
You know what your problem is? You get attached, fast. And once you’re attached...
I’m just like everyone else in the summer now. I wish you’d stop fucking denying that.
tunnnelsnakesrule: you can’t just flirt with me for ten seconds and then forget I exist
[[MORE]]my heart is racing a little bit. i didn’t like that at all. Just watching Eli, on a freaking tv show stressed me out. reminds me of my own situation and makes me uncomfortable and anxious. i really am scared to think about ever sharing myself with someone else again. gdfjhgfd don’t want to think about it. wish i didn’t watch that. People are too quick to judge situations...
bigtinandthekidstable: i have no idea what i’m doing. other than that, i’m beyond stoked for tomorrow night.
You’re all on my blog now love me ok i have nothing to do tonight.
LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THOSE TSHIRTS ARE. All of them. I’ve never even WORN the one from 2009 since the leaving Breakfast :’] lmfao what were those colors even… tan.
Something I’m hella grateful I ever got the opportunity to do; attend a ska show with my boyfriend. Nothing can ever surpass that memory. I’m bouncing through the halls at school drowning everything out with the sound of Streetlight and remembering being shoved up against the barrier, jumping around, shirtless wet and sweaty guys on all sides dancing and going insane, but every once...
I don’t think you understand even a little bit that caring about someone means sometimes sacrificing for them, caring about what they want over yourself, not just wanting them around really really badly.