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That moment when you’re home alone

 

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And you do whatever you please

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Then you hear some noise..

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¡HOLY SHIT, THEY’RE HERE!

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Then you run to your room like:

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- Your mom: “What the hell are you doing?”

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Nothing mom, studying.

“Are you sure?..”

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Mom please, who do you think I am?

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“Oh, my child is so smart!”

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And when she leaves:

“If only she knew!”

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(Source: lmaogtfo)

Via Simple is Beautiful.

Roses are red, violets are blue. Oreo cookies are delicious and great with milk too.



dancesinstorms:

Does it still count if you keep the things they leave behind?

I have a shirt, which I will keep until it no longer is needed. It is a hug, a punching bag, a reassurance of a promise and self-induced trigger.

I have a comic book, given on the way out the door because of how much it would speak to me. Do I read it for the literary content or because he told me to, because I can somehow reach him through it? Do I give it back when I am done, before the scars on my wrist are usurped by fresh pink skin, or do I wait until like the shirt, it is only an object?

(Source: taylortubular)


Of Mice and Misanthropes: I left my words behindWrapped in a layer of my mind.Leaving them left...

ofmiceandmisanthropes:

I left my words behind
Wrapped in a layer of my mind.
Leaving them left me insane.
My thoughts became a dreary rain.
I left my words to be with you.
To hear you call me “Roo.”
Even though you left me,
Never did my words leave me be.
They crawled back to me
Through a mud filled sea.
My words just…

Via Of Mice And Misanthropes

Roses are red. Violets are blue. You’re cute, can I have you?



travestyintechnicolour:

“Drifted”


Incognito: A little late

thecrowsingstoo:

Yes, love, you were a little late.
The knife was in, death had sunken
His ink black teeth into my bones
And sealed my fate like a letter
Stamped with red wax.

You were too late to see
The way the winds had tossed me, or
The sidewalks I wish-washed down
Until I was trapped beneath
The grates…

Via Incognito

Once upon a midnight dreary: And Now, For My Disappearing Act

amidnight-dreary:

I have disappeared.
Slowly fading away, like the early
morning mist, drifting away into the
unknown, with no path, no destination
in sight, I simply faded away into the darkness.

I was beautiful once, I swear it,
full of life, passion, and dreams,
I sure was a sight to see.
But something…

Via Once upon a midnight dreary

Quotes From me

Im myself. Sorry i dont fit your standards. But wait, why am i apologizing for being me ?


Words are not important to show that you care. Remember Mr.Bean ? He doesn’t talk that much but he never leave his Teddy behind.


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