cuuute
… we interrupt your porn because goats.
this just in: GOATS
too fucking cute!
a non-romantics need for passion
i want something that sets my heart on fire, i dont want this bullshit about settling down. i want someone who confuses the fuck out of me, someone who will push through everything with me. i want something that completely throws my head into a spin. i don’t want to be looked at as just something every day. i don’t want a boy who plans a romantic kiss. i want a passionate kiss that i feel dizzy after….and its weird cause i already had this happen… but i don’t think he even understands how frustrated he gets me or how completely off guard he catches me sometimes…i was so mad at him for somethng he said almost a week ago and today just hearing his voice…..i can’t help but smile. im a complete fucking idiot. i don’t think he even understand that crying in front of him for me is like a big deal. however he knows i don’t cry at just anything. sometimes i feel as though hes completely untouchable but i know that he’s real. i hate that i don’t think i can fall passionately in love or rather fall passionately in love with someone and have them feel the same about me. he’s not a mate, friend or anything like that…he’s just..him…he’s someone i care deeply about and im a fucking idiot for that…..
treacherous sadistic little hussie
i have these moments in my life where im not really sure what im supposed to be doing. i just get a great sense of nostalgia over me. my thoughts become old and slow and my words become that of silence. i feel as though my mouth has been sewn to embalm my dead body. but my heart still beats thoughs thousand times a minute and it still pumps thousandths of gallons of blood through my system, as weak as it may be. however that doesnt change how my mind and mentality seem to be growing older. i looked into his eyes today, but everything i saw disgusted me with what i was doing, what i have done, and what i did to him. he was simple and happy. im nothing more than a raging fire that over took his life. i see films that make me want a loving hug or kiss, but my heart moves me from man to man. never fully satisfied with what stops other dead in their tracks. my mind throws me forward to a place i long to be at but will never be happy in. all i wish to do is paint the things i see perfectly in my head. but i know in my heart that these things wont come to life without all the failures i have to face. so ever though i might long to die next to a version of my noah, i realize i might die alone. in an apartment. and eat by cats. i cut myself off from others because the amount of sadness that is technically in me would overwhelm other to depression yet i smile because i find my sadness beautiful. i have all these big plans in my head that my finger tips could type out but they might never come true, it could be all for naught and the idea of being original might be completely gone from my future. however as a human i will strive forward, as a darwinist i know im not the strongest to survive, as a sadist i think that everything im doing is part of a plan that wont come to be. its sad to think that a girl so young so cause so much damage not only to herself but also to others. if my body showed that hearts broken i have cause i would be marked by large burn marks over 40% of my body. possibly more. over all, this just makes me a treacherous sadistic little hussie.
The Flyers logo made up of the names of every player that has played at least one a game for the Flyers.
Source: HFBoards.com
FLYERRSSSSSSSS PHILAAAAAAAA
i hate you
i hate the way you snear
i hate when you play video games instead of cuddling
i hate that you act like a woman sometimes
i hate that you wanted to wear a kilt to my prom
i hate when you’re mean
i hate when you’re impatient
i hate the way you push me away when we sleep
i hate how you walk too fast
i hate that you make fun of me for being a girl
i hate that you aren’t here reading this with me
you’re only an ocean apart.
doubtful content
left you see a door.
bright red and burning your retinas
on your right you see a bed.
he sleeps softly.
starting to doubt
you walk away.
maybe it’ll be easier
but it never is.
a few drinks down?
a phone half dialed
kinda wish i did call
because than you could find me
can we watch disney
eat pizza, play wrestle?
could you be big spoon
pass me the remote
kiss me softly?
no longer doubting
my wasteful moments
those times we cried
that disease of never being content
i’m content with you
since you hurt me.
i’m kinda curious
as to when this won’t be enough
as to why you insist on lying
as to who you think you’re talking to
when you say those hurtful things
i wish i knew
what was going through your mind
why you took all the drugs
when you decided i was just like them
because sweety i’m not
i am no longer
your girlfriend
your ex girlfriend
or your floor mat
to walk all over when you get pissy
i just want a friend
who trusts me
who wont bring me down
who won’t put all the pressure on me
for all of his short comings.
it’s time you stood on your own.
