and now im bored…
going to listen to music and eat some ice cream hahaha
yup thats my winter break…
10-5 with i dont know who
then im out to get some stuff for my friends gift exchange party thing.
im going all out…
here’s to the kids. here’s to the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and patrick or sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on the one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to the kids who were never to good at life, but still were wicked cool. here’s to the kids who listened to fall out boy and hawthorne heights long before they were on mtv, and blame mtv for ruining their life. here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. here’s to the kids who hum “a little less sixteen candles, a little more ‘touch me’” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a saturday night. here’s to the kids who ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed. here’s to the kids who have read the perks of being a wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so. here’s to the kids who spend their days in photo booths with their best friend/s. here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. here’s to the kids who will never have 100% confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that. here’s to the kids. this one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. it’s not for the ones who never got caught, but for the ones who always try and fall. this ones for the kids who didn’t make it; we were the kids who never made it. the overcast girls and the underdog boys, not for the kids who had all their joys. this one’s for the kids who never faked it. we’re the kids who didn’t make it. they say, “breaking hearts is what we do best, and we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.” the only heart that i broke was mine, when i got my hopes up too high. we are the kids who didn’t make it. we are the kids who never made it.
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Simoneau,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
and so it shall be done :]] one letter coming up
I can’t believe how you looked at me
With your James Dean glossy eyes
In your tight jeans with your long hair
And your cigarette stained lies
Could we fix you if you broke?
And is your punch line just a joke?
He’s a wolf in disguise
But I can’t stop staring in those evil eyes
I asked my girlfriend if she’d seen you round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor baby
We might’ve fucked not really sure, don’t quite recall
But something tells me that I’ve seen him, yeah
That boy is a monster” —
i’ve had this song stuck in my head.
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. I hope you find out what you want. I already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we’ll start talking again. And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am. I’ll grow old and start acting my age. I’ll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold and a heart that’s harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it’s missed when it’s gone. Call me a safe bet. But I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive, I’m only hoping as time goes that you can forget. If it makes you less sad, I’ll move out of the state. You can keep to yourself, I’ll keep out of your way. And if it makes you less sad, I’ll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. It’s cold as a tomb, and it’s dark in your room. When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds. So call it quits, or get a grip. You say you wanted a solution, but you just wanted to be missed. Call me a safe bet. But I’m betting I’m not. I’m glad that you can forgive, I’m only hoping as time goes that you can forget. You are calm and reposed. It lets your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close. You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin. Standing trial for your sins. For your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain. YOu are the blood in my veins.
Two more years and I’ll be done with school
And you’ll be making history like you do
You’ll know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to” —(via rachaelamanda)
do me a favor… if you don’t want to hear my answer then don’t ask the question. it’s simple people.
Taper Jean Girl- Kings of Leon
the song that started the madness for me. after all these years, im still hooked on these boys