March 2011
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Chris Brown | Look At Me Now
I've drifted from a lot of people lately.
And before it would’ve really affected me.. but these days I really just don’t care anymore. If they don’t want to be a part of my life then they don’t have to. I’m too tired to try to make people stay. And really where’s the good in having people around if they don’t even wanna be there?
February 2011
Her Boyfriend.
When a girl has a boyfriend, she would like it very much if other females would hop off his dick. When it comes to her boyfriend, all the girls she sees him talking to or talking to him is an enemy. When it comes to her boyfriend, she doesn’t get jealous ‘cause it’s not him that she doesn’t trust, it’s the other girls she gets upset ‘bout ‘cause she’s afraid she’ll lose him.
Sometimes, someone comes into your life that changes everything. They're able to make you smile, laugh, and allow you to be yourself. There's something about them that is unexplainable; and even though you're not even with them, you don't want to let that person go.
oh yeess. (: let us both go to whore island and leave everyone else aside haha sooooo we go together aloneee(; BWAHAHAHAHAHAH.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Go back to whore island, Asia !?!? ;P <333 ..... love you bitch(:
only if you come with me!
we can leave our boyfriends & live amongst the whores♥
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Girls?
I’m a girl. I have feelings. I overreact. I underestimate. I overestimate. I over think everything. I look too deep into everything’s meaning. I dream big. My expectations are high. I can tell when I’m being lied to but sometimes I wish I didn’t. Yes I get jealous, and I’m scared I’ll lose you. That’s why when I ask how you are I mean it. When I ask how your day was, I genuinely want to know. And when I say I love you, I’m not lying.
Part of Tumblr
Part of Tumblr
Look at this site, isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think that this dashboard’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl.
The girl who blogs… everything?
Look at this trove, treasures untold.
How many wonders can one Tumblr hold?
Looking around here you think.
Sure, reblog everything.
I’ve seen memes and hipsters aplenty.
Reblogged graphics and text posts galore.
You want messages? I’ve got twenty!
But who cares, no big deal.
I want more…
I want to be where the hipsters are.
I want to see, want to see them bloggin’.
Putting some pics in their; What do you call it? Oh queue.
Facebook and MySpace won’t get you far.
Friends are required for liking, commenting.
When they start creeping then you just… what’s that word again? Block.
Up where they like, where they reblog.
Where they have Caturday and Sundog.
Signup is free.
Wish I could be.
Part of Tumblr.
What would I give if I could live without these errors?
What would I pay to spend the day scrolling my dash?
Bet David Karp, he has a heart.
Bet he won’t reprimend his followers.
Bright young hipsters, don’t need misters.
Forever alone.
I’m ready to know what those hipsters know!
Ask them my questions and get some answers!
What is breathing? And what is… what’s the word? Air?
When’s it my turn.
Wouldn’t I love.
Love to like, follow and reblog.
Out of Facebook.
Wish I could be.
Part of Tumblr.IMPRESSED.
My Favourite Types of Hugs
- Tight hugs: The ones where they just hug you super tight for a long time with no words.
- Unexpected hugs: The ones where you’re just doing your own thing and they come from behind and hug you unexpectedly.
- Lift up hugs: The ones where you run up to them, and they have their arms all wide, and you just run up and you lift up your legs and they carry you.
- Spinning hugs: The ones where they hug you & spin you around in circles.
