I miss last summer. I could at least call you mine. Now there’s just..nothing. Nothing but emptiness. I am deathly in love with you but its never going to be the same, nor will it exceed. Fuck her for taking your heart from me. Fuck her. Fuck her and everything she stands for. I hate her. I need you with me. I love you. We’re supposed to be together. Its always supposed to have been you and I. Always. It always will be. I’ll stand here as long as I need to but you will be in my arms one day. Make the emptiness go away. I love you. I need you. I’m not fucking giving up hope. Ever.

partycrocanthem:

my neighbor’s progression towards scene-teen-supreme:

Wow, what a nice boy. I bet he cooks for his mom.

Hmm… Looks like it’s time for a haircut, young man!

Oh. 

Oh no.

(via allysonwantstomarryadamlevine)

God led me to Train. And Train has led me to meeting some of the greatest people online. “Online” is the bad part… I wish I could meet all of them. And hug them and tell them how beautiful they all are. Train has one of the greatest fan bases. They all respect each other and they’re all so kind. I hope to meet them all one day. Its on my bucket list. As of now.

I loved Friday night. My best friend and his grandparents gave him and I a ride to town. We just..walked around. For a few hours. Sat there at Sonic and talked about everything. His family. My family. Our friends. Their friends. Past relationships. Past hookups. The sizes of peoples’ dicks. How many times people have been laid. Joked around. Dodged cars. Dissed the guy that broke my heart. Went out of our way to talk to a guy that nobody would go out of their way for. Tripped over stuff. Laughed at sluts. Threw our garbage on the ground. He gave me a hug that he promised he’d give me. A hug that I needed all week.

That boy is my best friend. I would die for him. God has some serious plans for him. He’s gonna be somebody no matter who doubts him or how many times he gets wasted. I pity those who don’t know him. Cause he’s amazing and he’s never let me down. And he’s always picked me up when he could. Even if I get Alzheimer’s I’ll always know his name and how he’s the most amazing friend I’ve ever had. I love him ♥

Reasons Why I’m Not A Southern Belle #13

Sweat Tea and Coke both have an unattractive aftertaste. I’ll take a water, please.

Reasons Why I’m Not A Southern Belle #12

Country music gets old. If a guy went with me in my ‘64 1/2 mustang, at like 3 in the morning, in the middle of nowhere, and listened to Nirvana with me on Max volume, and knew all the words, and talked to me about Kurt Cobain and how he’s a legend, and a comet came and killed us both, I would.. die a happy person. Rock music gives me chills. Makes my heart glow. So does a guy with a deep taste in music.

Reasons Why I’m Not A Southern Belle #11

I don’t want a big buff guy that could kill me if he hugged me too tight or hit me. I find scrawny guys attractive. Really bony shoulders. Abs just showing through his skin. Bony legs. Oh..