November 2010
SCHOOL < EVERYTHING ELSE
Anonymous asked: If your going to post a picture of some ones art. credit it. and you dont know who the Fucking artist is dont post it,
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Canon EOS Rebel T1i or Nikon D5000?
JUST A CITY GIRL.
LIVIN’ IN THE MUGGLE WORLD.
SHE TOOK THE HOGWARTS TRAIN GOING ANYWHERE.
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BREWING POTIONS IN THE COMMON ROOM.
THE SNATCHERS SMELLIN HERMIONE’S PERFUMEEEEEEE
PLUCKING HAIR AND DRINKING GOBLIN PISS
IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.
Your talk is cheap, your lies are weak So hold your breath, don’t even speak You’re a liar. You liar. You make dirt mounds mountains Raindrops fountains, small problems big I can do without your problems, you’re a problem You’re desperate at best, all you do is complain I apologize for all the times I tried to help in any way And oh, did I mention your cries for attention...
You can go ahead and make fun of me for being different. Or make fun of my hair because it isn’t as good as yours. Or you could even make fun of me because I’m a loser and don’t have as many friends as you, but you know what? I don’t care, because you’re the type of girl who is still going to be bragging about being homecoming queen ten years from now. Because this,...
How can you spend so much time with someone only to find they are a complete stranger?
we spend our weeknights laying on our side, worrying about the things we try to hide. i can only tell them that i’m doing fine. everybody knows that that’s a lie. something that is in my head and i can’t finish what i started. worry about the things i said, everything i take for granted. nothing that i do is right, everything is only half-right. lock myself up in my room. if i know you, i know you...
STOP TANNING
Nine. →
I recall once on the church steps, When I moved to kiss your chest, How we paid such close attention To each sweet and stuttered breath, I should’ve stopped to paint our picture, Captured honest pure affection, Just to document the difference between attraction and connection. I can see all of my friends and I break into empty buildings, When the coast was clear, With backpacks full of beer,...
