its autumn and the leaves are rapidly changing color, theres that chill in the air, and all of my sweaters are pretty damn excited. hot cocoa, stormy weather, cabin fever. ah yes. summer went by quickly, the days mostly filled with rain and more rain. but i cant complain, I quit my shitty job, and even saw paris, paris france. with someone who may never know just how special they are and that i do love them, mahal kita. and even though i had some sort of relapse, I am sorry and I do love you. believe me. lets go watch the seasons change together, and cuddle up on those stormy days. lets listen to the crickets even though it is fall now and the windows are tightly shut. lets enjoy the beauty of the world together and each other. i think i just wrote you a poem <3
I shouldnt feel bad for hanging out with someone who is like a brother to me, or wanting to see his family which was like a second family to me at one time. Its not like I hid where I was, and I was thoughtful and sent texts through the day, and its really hard to understand when you wont be open and communicate with me, be honest about what you are feeling. it hurts. it hurts more that I think you cant trust me, I do not understand your jealousy when you are everything I could ever want, youre like a fucking angel to me. I would never do anything to hurt you, sometimes I need to see my friends (yes even all day) to catch up, I dont have a lot of friends that I actually trust. or that even care what is going on in my life. Youre important to me and I really love to brag about you, sometimes I just need to be out doing my own thing, its nothing personal or to worry about. Im so confused and hurt right now, I feel like Ive done something wrong when I havent. Ive been nothing but honest.
Black Cherry (M83 Remix) - Goldfrapp
sin whore money, gonna buy me some thing pretty, not fake tits, fat injected lips, liposuction around my hips. something to say farewell to this to fly up up and away.
sin whore money, pass it done the line, those fat fucks they drink Heidsieck wine, but I laugh last knowing my soul is mine. Salvation is divine.
sin whore money, time to make you right, little cherub wings so this angel can take flight, perhaps to some just a permanent ink, maybe stop a minute and think. for those who understand, thanks.
farewell to hell.
rich people that go to dubai several times a year to stay at a seven star hotel
rich people who leave me out of a wedding invite based on possibly the way i dress
rich people who degrade those faced with poverty
rich people who dont talk to their siblings based on income
rich people and their fucking stupid fizzy water. their big ugly gas guzzling polluting cars, thier tacky supersized bling.
rich people who dont pay their employees enough, then go home to their mansion with a stupid shaped pool, their bratty spoiled child, four cars, and make plans for a trip to dubai, or some other place where they dont have to look at the less fortunate.
if this sounds anything like you, I HATE YOU, and I just wanted you to know. also you have no soul, and money cant buy you one of those. also enjoy your vacation, better youre off in lala land, just too bad you dont stay.
ok so is this a therapy session? My guess is he’s having an emtional relapse after hearing about MJ.
how i love to reblog.
how i hate this guy, and what up with the war amp shot? he has no legs and hands!
FAIL.
Billy Mays, the burly, bearded television pitchman whose boisterous hawking of products such as Orange Glo and OxiClean made him a pop-culture icon, has died. He was 50.
