February 2011
I want to be happy.
I don’t know where to begin.
Reblog if you live here!
fuckwhatothersay:
fuck yeaaah
January 2011
I've been watching Skins all weekend.
Weekend well spent.
I really hate the mall.
itzellovato:
All the rich girls strutting with their shopping bags like:
All the stoner guys hogging the benches looking like:
All the ghetto girls talking loud like:
All the mean girls staring down everyone else like:
All the pervy old men are staring at you like:
And then there’s me.
Fuck Yeah Effy: Effy →
corrosivechild:
effys:
To those who had conflicting perspectives in regards to what she personified , well she’d blow smoke into their faces, with an air of nonchalance. “Their opinions are irrelevant.” She just wouldn’t give a damn. Unabashedly she was never one for conformity. She was never afraid to voice her opinion and do what she wanted as apposed to what the majority aligned to. She was...
At school:
Monday:
Tuesday:
Wednesday:
Thursday:
Friday:
introducing, neveralone guy.
itzellovato:
I think i’m going to take something that’ll make me puke in the morning cause by the way you’re acting right now, i don’t want to go to school tomorrow.
I'm not a morning person
thisismyvengeance:
When my family wakes up they’re all:
When I wake up I’m like:
School tomorrow
when parents ask you ...
stephmiranda:
“hey , did you get home safely”
“no i died like four times”