Killing me softly, with his song...
Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.– (via shefallsapart, dontquiterecall)
you taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh.
bored saturday night....
I try not to cry even though you did die the media hath lied I wish I would have tried singing beautiful rhymes like a star in the sky like a comet passing by why why what happened to the time I don’t know what to do with mine I’ll go spin observe the twine your jackets were so fine you had over nine
well you know sometimes, when someone really pisses you off, but you don’t want to make a fuss cause you love them? just the little things that annoy you, that they are fully aware of, but they still do it. gahhhh! you know their worth it and everything, and none of it will matter when you see them next, but waiting, and feeling like you like them more is a real killer….ugh thaa sucks.
you may say i’m a dreamer, but i’m not the only one– John Lennon