gay.

"who cares if were trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blowwwww"

the title isnt meant to be offensive, gosh.


*nathaniel approaches with knife and stabs jody.* 
"EH...AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" 


that srs made me die. i have no idea why. shit that rhymed. 


things sound better when they rhyme. 
ok maybe not really. 


"hey there mom, how are you today? ive got something i have to say. ive run away, so fuck you, bitch. id like to kick you down a ditch. you are the worst mom i could ever have asked for, abusing me like im some toy. well, the police are coming in est. 2 minutes, they're gonna question you for my rape, they know you did it. hope this letter made your day. and now the police are gonna lock you away. :) 
xoxo, your son, tyler." 


disclamer: i made that up completely. i don't know ANY Tyler's actually.  thats weird. shall go make more friends. and, i love my mommy with all my heart. <3 i'm just trying to explain the rhyming doesn't necessarily make everything sound better. now that i've proven the point i can get back to the blog. 


doesnt it just kill you. like you dont know what youre living for. like everything has taken a turn for its worst. when that thing happens, everything is just shit. yes, that thing is dropping your phone on your face when your lying down on the bed/couch/chair/armchair/legchair/longkang etc. im sureeee all of you have been through this particular tragedy. im sure your nose hurts when it happens and your eyes suddenly close really tight as it slips from your fingers and attacks your face. 
story ends here.


wasnt really much of a story, but you get my drift. right? 
wow i realised for this particular post, ive talked alot. right? normally its jst pictures ive found from tumblr. or when im seriously lazy, google. i just type " tumblr photography" and im good to go. no kidding. 
        
        

and you get various hipster photos. <3 <3 

ok bye. xoxo gossip girl.