June 2009
America's Got Talent.
My new addiction.
“An owl hooted from the trees beyond the creek. Ada counted off the rhythm of the...”
– Ada, Cold Mountain.
I feel the unbelievable urge to repost this quote due to it’s engaging content.
i changed my theme for lola. xo.
i have to work tonight.
with a broken toe.
fuck.
it's sad that i let ridiculous assholes get to me...
dark figures on fragile porcelain, black whisps...
simonettax:
anotherdamnartist:
hello, a collection.
more poetry by s.russo.
You wrote that?
Its awesome!
mad kudos
thank you.
dark figures on fragile porcelain, black whisps...
hello, a collection.
more poetry by s.russo.
lateniteriser:
what would you do if you were me? He even whispered my name which is even more creepy. It’s listed as a private number and I keep hanging up but he keeps calling back. Why me?
tell him to stop calling because you can (and this is true) and will get someone to trace his number and press charges for personal/residence disturbance.
peanut butter sandwich.
2” thick of peanut butter. soft white bread. glass of cold milk. handful of goldfish.
perfect.
Oh yeah totally watching Gundam Wing (Returning to...
(via wanderingartist)
glhgwathw m4aw…..i LOVE Gundam Wing.
Shut the fuck up. I’m a TOTAL nerd.
here's another one of those fun stories you all...
as soon as i landed i sent my heart back via...
Don’t Look Back in Anger, Oasis
So Ill...
Letters To Lovers →
iammattjordan:
I rarely get a chance to check out blogs that follow me (blame the alcohol) but this one was worth the read.
I have what I wanted and now I want you gone. I see now that you really aren’t worth sticking around for. You treat me like a four year old, grow the fuck up and stop telling me your lame jokes. The world isn’t fixed by telling jokes about penises, and if it was, I don’t...
Banana Pancakes, Jack Johnson
The telephone is...
not so healthy.
Frosty.
Chicken nuggets.
Work mashed pats.
Dr. Pepper.
Not tested yet but probably EVEN better high.
the smell of leather fills their lungs, hollow...
i try to paint a picture with my poetry.
enjoy more at hello, a collection.
russo.
the worst mornings are the ones where the light...
i could eat cold cantalope slices for every meal,...
