goosebumps from cutemess omg <3<3<3
FUCK i just
ah
okay im crying i cant breathe :c
holy fucking fuck
beautiful fucking beautiful holy shit
i actually threw my laptop onto my floor, what the hell.
JESUS FUCKING.
I just have to reblog this again, it was too cute oh my good god!! :’D
I need this on my blog <3
SHINJI GODDAMMIT
How does this thing even KNOW I just
WHAT?? <3
Okay, I usually don’t reblog things like this, but I had to after looking at it on Die-Oh’s page! <3 <3
OH MY GOD
ASFPID!! I will admit I jumped. But only a little bit.
This is the original Billy Joel version. However, I love when women cover the song, and change the lyric to, “but she’s always a woman, like me.”
she can kill with a smile
she can wound with her eyes
she can ruin your faith with her casual lies
and she only reveals what she wants you to see
she hides like a child
but she’s always a woman to me
she can lead you to love
she can take you or leave you
she can ask for the truth
but she’ll never believe you
and she’ll take what you give her as long as it’s free
yeah, she steals like a thief
but she’s always a woman to me
she’ll promise you more
than the garden of eden
then she’ll carelessly cut you
and laugh while you’re bleedin’
but she’ll bring out the best
and the worst you can be
blame it all on yourself
cause she’s always a woman to me
she is frequently kind
and she’s suddenly cruel
she can do as she pleases
she’s nobody’s fool
and she can’t be convicted
she’s earned her degree
and the most she will do
is throw shadows at you
but she’s always a woman to me
what keeps me up at night (a series)
Chris will never know the hell he put me through. he will go on with the rest of his life, forever believing that i am the one that broke things.
i spent three years slowly dying inside. then, i spent the next year trying to revive myself. i threw myself into disappearing, just to get every bit of Chris out of me. i have amnesia from that summer. i remember chasing cigarettes with iced coffee. i remember Converse sneakers on marble. i remember the insane energy that comes with purging and smoking a cigarette after. i remember the flutter of nausea and excitement that accompanies meeting a craigslist hookup for the first time. i put myself through hell, and miraculously, found someone at the end of it that i really love.
i don’t understand the cruelty of boys. that they can destroy and break and ruin things and never look back. they can do terrible things and feel like they are entitled to do it. he hurt me, he yelled at me, he threatened suicide, and he told me that i would amount to nothing. everyone turned their back on me and left me alone. and that’s something i don’t think i’ll ever be able to let go; the fact that when i really needed someone, they all abandoned me.
i wish i could just show him somehow, that he broke something in me.
but he’ll never, ever know. and it just seems so wrong.
just set them up
just set them up to knock them down
i think i should know
how to make love to something innocent
without leaving my fingerprints
L-o-v-e is just another word i never learned to pronounce
More.
oh my god i was staring at this for like an hours trying to figure out wtf these graphs meant
But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.
