(via maliciousintent)

(via fullmoonphobic)

isleepingraves:

yourheartbeatsunderthefloor:

fuckyeahsociallyawkwardpenguin:

urmum:

elleyouseewhy:ryanjohnstonn:alexgaskarthidhitit:sinkthatship:(via softcore)

YES.

I have baked a cake.
I have driven more than ten minutes without a permit or license.
I have gone out in public naked.
I have laughed until I cried.
I have been in a car accident.
I have kissed someone I just met.
I have ridden in a taxi.
I have played The Sims.
I have played GTA.
I have gotten lost in a mall.
I have thought about killing myself.
I have sworn at my parents in anger.
I have broken something in anger.
I have graduated high school.
I have smoked cigarettes.
I have seen a shooting star.
I have bitten someone.
I have kicked a guy in the balls.
I have gotten stitches.
I have played on a playground over the age of twelve.
I have smoked weed.
I have been late to school.
I have missed more then twenty days in a school year.
I have used MySpace for more than three years.
I have done ecstasy.
I have done coke.
I have done meth.
I have been to church in the last five years.
I have bought something at Hollister.
I have bought something from Hot Topic.
I have wanted a BMW.
I have smiled at a stranger.
I have hated a friend’s parents.
I have not given a fuck.
I have cried over the opposite sex more than a week straight.
I have gained weight in the past month.
I have lost weight in the past month.
I have played basketball on a team.
I have played field hockey on a team.
I have played soccer on a team.
I have played softball on a team.
I have had sex with one of my teachers.
I have cursed someone out.
I have punched someone in the face.
I have had space brownies.
I have had no life.
I have been sick of myself.
I have had an abortion.
I have been in love.
I have been in lust.
I have missed someone from my past.
I have kissed a cat or dog.
I have been in a club.
I have been to a rave.
I have beaten myself up.
I have been rejected.
I have cried in school.
I have seen a meteor shower.
I have been drunk.
I have had alcohol before the age of fourteen.
I have played spin the bottle.
I have glued myself to something.
I have had a serious surgery.
I have had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.
I have been stalked.
I have been extremely embarrassed.
I have had sex in a car.
I have had sex behind a building.
I have snuck out of my house.
I have shoplifted.
I have been suspended.
I have gotten detention.
I have taken painkillers.
I have wanted to be a teacher at some point.
I have wanted to be a fireman.
I have been called a slut.
I have been fingered by more than five different people.
I have gone streaking.
I have had sleep overs with the opposite sex.
I have gotten into drugs and drinking and was able to stop.
I have played strip poker.
I have sat on the computer all day.
I have dyed my hair.
I have been mistaken for someone else.
I have babysat someone else’s kids.

The Beatles - Help

This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You don’t want to laugh, because you know it’s not going to help, but you don’t want to cry, because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart, but not only that, but you know soon your life is going to feel like it’s falling apart too. You don’t think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt you so much, then why do you still love them. That’s the confusing part, you don’t know why, you just do, and the people who hurt you the most, and normally the ones you love the most. And then, after a few weeks, you finally feel a sense of relief, like you’re getting happy again, but you know inside that you’re just going into denial. And after a few more weeks, you’re back to where you were an empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it. And you can’t help but to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn’t happened to them And even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don’t know the true pain you feel and carry each and everyday now, so you learn that basically you are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly you just break down, right there, because you know you’ve had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you’re to the point where you don’t care who see’s. Because you’ve spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, you know that its not helping any, and it’s not going to bring them back, if you ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you are trying to hold back. Everyone says, “It will be okay…” But you know it won’t. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, and you realize that people are horrible. You’re still hurt, but you’ve learned to hide it so that everyone thinks you are okay. So now every time you see this person, you know you still love them, and you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you, screaming out, but for some reason they don’t hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this…