Profile Loaded: Mitch // 17 // Enby // Operational but with File Corruptions....

clestroying:

whodoesntlovebandmerch:

clestroying:

Its 2013 and I’m still debating over if The Pussycat Dolls said boobies or groupies

Its 2014

woah, its almost as if maybe i made this post last year

groupies. its groupies.

(Source: clestroying)

please come back
please

im sorry

im so fucking sorry

9 year olds now worry about iphones and makeup when i was 9 i was worried about if miley was gonna pick jake or jessie on hannah montana

(Source: epitomizinq)

did i do something wrong?..

inbalanced:

that random moment when you suddenly remember someone who is no longer in your life and it feels like a knife through the chest

timothykelleherseyebrows:

jackanthonyfernandez:

carmelinaxox:

this is how gay people communicate 

Screaming

The dialect

(Source: drinkdatkoolaid)

chasing after you feels like a fairytale
but i feel like im glued to this carousel 

divawithanunspoiledagenda:

nerdnuggets:

jelliclephantomfaces:

chandraleeschwartz:

six-months-from-never:

*sees broom*

*picks up broom*

"TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYYYYYYYYYING GRAAAAAVITTYYYY"

*starts sweeping broom sadly*

"There is a castle on a cloud…"

*holds broom horizontally*

"Never need a reason, never need a rhyme. Up on the roof top step in time!"

*sweeps broom angrily*

"IT’S A HARD KNOCK LIFE!"

*begins waltzing with broom* I could have DAAAAANCED all NIIIIIGHT

i drink mountain dew like its liquor because i like the burning sensation, and at 3am, when i cant sleep and ive been crying and when i feel like i need to cry, the taste is soft and sweet, after chugging half the can, letting it burn and buzz in my throat.
what more can i do than stare blankly and drink my failed excuse for an elixir to make me forget what im thinking. 

bag-gins:

we all know thats a load of shit gandalf

(Source: leepacey)

i dont want to care about anyone

im thinking about losing people. my head hurts. 

im not feeling good.

sometimes i wonder if it was ever like that. i wonder if i always wanted to see my dad. i can never remember a time that i ever complained or clung to his leg when having to leave. i can never imagine me pouting and giving drama about how he was leaving. i can never remember if i ever sat, looking out the window and watching him drive away. no. i cant. i remember my mother leaving me with him and me being too young to understand. sometimes i wonder what if things were different.