people really let me down today.
i’d arrest you if i had pancakes, i’d arrest you if i had a pie– this is how tired i am.
it wasn't Paris; it was the drugs
i am sad and anxious all the time. but i shut my mouth and pray to a god that maybe doesn’t exist, hoping that all these things won’t get under my skin anymore. i shut my mouth and don’t talk to you about it, because i’m tired of your half-hearted consoling that ends with you trying to fuck me. we don’t talk anymore. you barely touch me. we don’t do anything...
"1 out of every 3 smokers die." Apparently the...
I NEED TO DO A POO.
isn’t this a great 1000th post? =D
I'M A HORRIBLE PERSON.
I JUST TOLD MY COUSIN TO PUT MY GRANDMA IN A SUITCASE.
yeah, Skins US is total shit.
and to whoever said that it’s a compliment for MTV to copy the original Skins: sure, copying is a compliment, being inspired by something and then referencing it is a compliment, but ripping off a tv show word for word, action by action? it’s not a compliment; it’s lack of originality.
guess i'll swallow my pride for a few minutes
just to see if american Skins is total shit or not.
DAWN RUNNER, YOU SO SEXY.
"The Doubting Sickness"
In the 19th century, OCD was known as “the doubting sickness”; the “pathological doubt” that accompanies OCD can make it harder for a person with OCD to distinguish “normal” intrusive thoughts as experienced by most people, causing them to “suffer in silence, feeling too embarrassed or worried that they will be thought crazy”.
and the ps3 is currently in use. not by me.
THE INTERNET IS BORING TONIGHT.
fuck this shit; i’ma play Two Worlds II.
totes dreamed i was Sherlock Holmes.
the one from the BBC tv show that just started like, last year.
don’t really remember what i did on the internet before tumblr?