November 2010
October 2010
I'm sick of trying.
I am too tired to be doing this school shit...
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oh .. hmmthis is amazingg, i reblogged & i got 460 messages .
weird, i only got 18
67 FUCK YEAH
omg i love this! it gave me 13 messages :DDDDDD
wooah?? this shits legit… i got 26:D
what the shit?! this is awesome!
You are all shitting me.
LOOK YOU...
reblog if you want Messages (1)
superbblog:
venomeyes:
hidekiryuga:
-tarafied-:
perfectlycrazy:
oliverstrange:
asjcarvalho:
oohraisa:
oh .. hmmthis is amazingg, i reblogged & i got 460 messages .
weird, i only got 18
67 FUCK YEAH
omg i love this! it gave me 13 messages :DDDDDD
wooah?? this shits legit… i got 26:D
what the shit?! this is awesome!
You are all shitting me.
LOOK YOU...
Starting soon.
I will be taking pictures. Interesting pictures. Pictures that hopefully (one day) become one of those amazing pictures that circulate tumblr.
lostmarbels asked: i did not know you had a tumblr... or that you followed me.
what even?
you talk like emily and i do. i never thought i would find anyone else who uses "fart" in a sentence. why don't we talk more? haha
what even?
you talk like emily and i do. i never thought i would find anyone else who uses "fart" in a sentence. why don't we talk more? haha
I want
someone to run in the rain to. Someone who can give me that move scene of running into their arms, picking me up, and twirling me in the air. A teenage dream.
You know that feeling? When you're just waiting....
Keep fighting.
OH.
I get why it’s purple!
Touche tumblr :]
Deep breath.
Just take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Don’t let the tears flow. Deep breath. Clench your fist. Breath in. Breath out. Clear your throat. Take another deep breath. Open your mouth. And just Sing.
Fucking EPIC.
I got my leg caught in my backpack strap, sailed across the couch, landed, and slammed my head into the armrest. All within .34 seconds. Am I awesome or WHAT?
How...
You know I gave you the world You had me in the palm of your hand So why your love went away I just can’t seem to understand Thought it was me and you babe Me and you until the end But I guess I was wrong Don’t want to think about it Don’t want to talk about it I’m just so sick about it Can’t believe it’s ending this way Just so confused about it Feeling the...
TODAY
Is post-some-fucking-halarious-pictures day!
Sex Muffin.
LOLOL. I just died.
Tumblr People.
I am almost sick of scrolling through pictures of beautiful people. Really. I come home, sweaty and gross after volleyball practice, and I get to witness art through pretty people. Talk about self-esteem collapse.
Dear Mr. Perfect,
Hold my hand. Tell me I’m beautiful. Look at me with those longing eyes. Leave me a letter in my locker. Call me at midnight. Text me first thing in the morning. Remember my birthday. Bake me a cake. Write me a song. Greet me with a kiss. Hug me tight. Never let go.
Mr. Perfect, we need for you to exist.
Sincerely Yours,
Diana.
Oh. Em. Gee.
I never thought I would play volleyball past high school. I accepted that. Then..today…that all changed. I recieved a letter from a college. They were asking me, ME, to send video of me playing volleyball. A whole new world of possibilities just opened up.
