atleast after everything, i still have my mother. could that be all that matters? someone to hold my hand and tell me im pretty after each day is finished? someone to brew tea bags and put them in the fridge for my swollen eye lids before bed. someone to argue im right even when i myself, think im wrong.
thank fuck for the woman that birthed me ladies and gentlemen.
or i would be gone, long gone.
just for one day
i just want to be someones queen again
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wish i could just sack it,
i actually hope the world ends in december. maybe then i wouldnt feel at such a loss at how much i’ve lost my way. how do you find something to base your life around? how do i find that feeling of purpose again?
fuckin right
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this is actually cute as fuck
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days off spent bein a mad one
wayyheyyy
decent
i want to fucking go out. right now at 12.25pm on a wednesday afternoon, in bed listening to the tunes. i want to go out.
FUCCCCCCCCCCK this is annoying. time to get out my wee face, waayhey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aydYHQiA8Po
^^
the tune of the year
the middle is mine haha!
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Hype Up!
