February 2012
“Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that. And for me it’s usually song lyrics…”
—P. Sawyer (via madeoflyrics)
I fell in love with music.
I feel like tomorrow we're going to find out that Brooke Davis was killed. and I'm just going to quit life if that happens. I just can't. My B.Davis.
Play
you know what fuckin sucks?
i don’t do drugs. i hardly ever drink. i never go out to parties. i never even ask to go out. i get good grades in school. i freakin clean the house everyday for my mother. i am not a bad person.
all i ask is to be able to go to concerts and stay at my cousins sometimes and i get denied that. not even for my 18th fuckin birthday do i get to do anything. it fuckin sucks. what’s the point of me being good and nice? ugh. i’m just gonna turn into a full on bitch. i hate everyone right now.
When I sing...
at home:
when my favorite song play on the radio:
in the shower:
in the computer:
if someone asks me to sing:
Thuggish Ruggish Bone
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Thuggish Ruggish Bone
Just Like Heaven
The Cure
The Cure - Just Like Heaven
Never Not Reblog.
Feeling This
Blink 182
Feeling This - Blink 182
