March 2011
2 posts
sniff*
thejukeboxheroine:
vicky-imnida:
THESE WERE THE DAYSSSS. ;____;
These are the days :D
February 2011
2 posts
January 2011
8 posts
Watch
KICK-ASS, directed by Matthew Vaughn (2010)
‘Show’s over, motherfuckers.’
I love you oh, so much.
You will always be in my heart and mind.
Te quiero mucho.
December 2010
104 posts
1 tag
I deserved that.
I knew it.
Man... I feel sick. :/
rawr..
And your heart just broke
hyacinthsunshine:
iammyownmonster:
ihaveagreatfrann:
johnishate:
God fucking damnit.
:’( this whole part gets me every time.
Must…try…not to cry.
Sigh
Mi abuelos. ._.
Yeah.
hyacinthsunshine:
Brianna, can you text me please? :)
Why of course. :)) mind if I try out my skype thing for abit?
ON THE 12TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TUMBLR GAVE TO...
alexxsmiless:
Twelve error messages
Eleven Little Monsters
Ten Hogwarts students
Nine Mean Girls Quotes
Eight hipster pictures
Seven rude anons
Six meme faces
FIVE DANCING GIFS
Four reblogs
Three new followers
Two liked posts
And an always empty ask box
Merry Christmas folks. :) I can’t wait to read all the interesting posts about your Christmases.
la-di-do-da:
So far the presents I’ve gotten have been quite feminine. Jewelry, makeup, accessories, and such.
lolol aww Niki
Dressing As My Mum One Night
thejukeboxheroine:
banainwow:
trampire:
wwiao:
mybiggestregretever:
My biggest regret ever is dressing as my mum one night when my dad was extremely drunk. I let him touch me because I was jealous of their relationship. I hated my mum and wanted her dead. She died later that year. Now I can never tell her how I really felt, and what I did. Now I play her part at home.
[Female,...
1 tag
She is in the hospital again... not even a week...
2 tags
Heyy Victoria I got you a gift. :)
vzade:
wha :c but times are hard right now :/
I had extra money left over and I wanted to get gifts for my best friends. So shaddup.
Heyy Victoria I got you a gift. :)
Sigh...
hsunshine:
I should be happy. I should be satisfied. I should be relieved.
UGH.
jealousy, hurt, betrayal.
:(
“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose...”
– Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or (via liquidnight)
