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December 2010
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THIS IS NOW AN UNACTIVE ACCOUNT.
http://shotthoughts.tumblr.com/
Here’s the new Tumblr.
I think I'll be making a new Tumblr,
because here,
I’m lost.
When I get angry,
it’s more of a craze
or flurry,
of a short few curse words repeatedly used on anything & everything in my path.
❒ Single ❒ Taken ✔ Cat lady in the making
Oh the painful truth of it all.
Interviewer: Definitely Gerard. Anyway one of your fans wanted to know how far you've gotten with Bert?
Gerard: Okay I haven't fucked him haven't sucked him or vice-versa. But I have seen him naked.
Frank: I think Bob and Ray left us.
Mikey: Wussies, can't handle the sex talk.
Gerard: You're one to be talking.
Mikey: Fuck you!
Gerard: Fuck yourself!
Mikey: Go fuck a cow!
Gerard: Go fuck a toaster and turn it on!
Mikey: Go fuck your mom!
Gerard: She's your mom too, dumbass!
“Depression isn’t just being a bit sad. It’s feeling nothing, It’s not wanting to...”
– Jk Rowling (via november-rain-and-coffee)
Tripping eyes and flooded lungs... Sunday, May 3,...
ripping eyes and flooded lungs…
Sunday, May 3, 2009 12:50 PM
Northern Downpour sends it’s love. I dreamt of Heaven this morning. I sat in a, what seemed like a field, but it consisted of only grass. The grass had turned this gray-green color, and in my lap I was looking at a book. On the pages, photos (or illustrations, I’m not sure which…) showed how the field had...
2009
I always think the same thing in the car. I feel that I have to listen to certain music, just incase if I die, they’ll find my body and will see what I’m listening to. Then the band’ll find out somehow, and they’ll feel bad and come to my grave. And from heaven or hell, I’ll feel special.
2009
Have you every felt closed off from the rest of the world? Felt cold, or ….alone? You talk, but no one seems to be listening. You look ahead, but everything’s dark. Uncared for, abandoned, told lies. Is everything he/she said true? Can they possibly be the truth? Or have maliciousness and evil and wrong doers come about once more. Should I wait? Should I walk away, and leave those who...
Joel. The Imaginary.
He stole, I covered. He grabbed, I joked. We walked, we talked, we drank. We laughed, we fell over, we made shit happen. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t walk, I just kept telling these pointless stories. I kept telling him about him. “An imaginary friend. That’s all he is.” No, I love him. “How can you love someone you can’t see?”...
Friday, March 27, 2009 6:42 PM
They’ll never know. In the eyes of another I : Have a hyperactive personality. Keep too many photographs in my room, they cover the ceiling to the floor. Ask weird questions. Am not afraid to say anything. “What’s weird about you? Everything.”
Cake. 2009.
it’s enough. I look at your photograph everyday. Cake. C-A-K-E. Your name is written on the inside of my palm. I close my hand and I can feel the warmth coming from inside. Although I’m not sure when you’ll finally get to hear me say it, it’s enough. Your words are beautiful Cake. You’re beautiful. The world is beautiful because of you. No one really knows that,...
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Oh jeez. 2009.
We all wanna change your head
Thursday, February 5, 2009 8:14 PM
Another loose lock of hair fell in front of his eyes. His fingers brushed it away gently, but it only fell again. The tip broke on the end of his pen as he wrote. ”You know, it doesn’t help that you won’t get your hair cut..” A boy sitting on the floor next to him spoke aloud. He ignored him and...
7:52 a.m. Feb. 2009
Dear to you and yours, Put your hand on the skin The one that’s cold? Yeah. Do it. Imagine that you never knew them. Imagine everything is alright. Sincerely yours. But not really.
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Desolate
chrisroarke:
Desolate.
-adjective
Made uninhabitable; laid waste; devastated.
Without friends, hope, or encouragement; forlorn, wretched, abandoned.
Uninhabited; deserted.
VIA google.
What happened to you JUST HAVING TO GET SOME SLEEP.
