January 2010
So believe who you are and stay in character, but at the end of the play,
the audience walks away, and you’ll be shivering cold on a well lit stage.
I can't wait to see the reflection of the fire i...
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city.
I've disregarded what I was
Now that I’m older, And I know much more than I did back then, But the more I learn, The more I can’t understand, And I’ve become content with this life that I lead, Where I drink to much and don’t believe in much of anything, And I lie to myself, And say it’s for the best
Enrique Iglesias
You can run,
You can hide,
But you can’t escape my love
HAHA.
erikaangelll:
You definitely downgraded.
i thought the same thing when i saw it :)
Hey why not
http://www.formspring.me/leahlikesred
Forget towns,
I’m going to paint the world red.
You should know
The person you love is 72.8% water
Think.
You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore
100 Suns
I believe in nothing Not the end and not the start I believe in nothing Not the earth and not the stars I believe in nothing Not the day and not the dark I believe in nothing But the beating of our hearts I believe in nothing 100 suns until we part I believe in nothing Not in Satan, not in God I believe in nothing Not in peace and not in war I believe in nothing But the truth in who we are
Racing Towards The New
Just forget what you cannot replace This sweet day is almost weightless and new So I talk but no one can relate To the fear I had when I was younger ‘Cause somehow I knew I’d end up empty and alone We all accept in the same tired way The gentle shift of continuous change And we confuse all the things that we say to ourselves With the things we say to each other, it’s always a lie...
I remember...
erikaangelll:
When I really wanted a boyfriend
And now I really could give a shit if I have one or not.
Early December
Is when i made a tumblr.
I’ve decided to use it now
Hmm
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
– Augusten Burroughs