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truer words have never been spoken.
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Bath mat turns red when wet. Makes me want to watch Dexter.
:O
this for real?
I would like this for my home
I would like this to scare the shit out of everyone! it would be better if I could somehow change the water red without it staining things
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“Oh my goodness, it hot out this bitch! Why I wear panties today?” — Woman talking on cell phone walking past me on 27th and Master, North Philadelphia (via loladelphia)
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Somehow, I am not eligible for state aid for the next school year because I didn’t receive the required amount of credits for either semester during the 2011-2012 school year. What the fuck is that bullshit? I feel like I definitely did. I also don’t know how I’m STILL on academic probation. I did have a bit of a relapse that affected my grades this past semester, but I feel like my gpa should have been boosted up a bit. Whatever. If I come back to YCP in the fall, I plan on going to counseling and tutoring as soon as the term begins. I’m done fucking things up. It’s time for a change.
I have such writer’s block. I used to have such a gift. Years ago, when I first started writing songs, I would write, on average, two songs a week. As I became a more mature and deep lyricist, as well as a better guitarist, I noticed that I wouldn’t spit songs out as much -although they were better than the ones I wrote before. Now, I’m all dried up. There’s no inspiration. I have no muse. As Shakespeare said in the movie “Shakespeare In Love”, I feel as though the tower of my genius has fallen. I mean, I never thought of myself as such a great lyricist like Pete Wentz or John Lennon, but I had…. something. There’s something seriously blocking my inner potential. I need to find out what the hell is wrong.
I’m done with your games. If you don’t know what you want, then don’t make me feel like you do. If you want someone to take care of your “needs”, I can help with that; I have the same ones. If I’m not a consideration, don’t make me think otherwise. It’s very simple.
It’s depressing to think about how little integrity my father has. Don’t get me wrong, I do love him, but his lack of respect towards women really upsets me. He uses them, objectifies them, and abuses them (emotionally and mentally, not sure about the physical). He’s a liar, too. He lies to cover up his misdeeds. I know this for a fact because he’s done so with me, my aunt, mom, and grandma. It’s not right. When he says he’ll pay back money that he owes to my aunt, who has bailed us out on more than one occasion, he makes no effort to do so. That troubles me, because if he ever asks me for money -let’s say $20- I don’t know if he’ll pay me back. I know that he tries to be a good father, and he is in some ways, but he’s not the best role model. I wish he was a better man. I wish I had a father who I could truly look up to like some of my friends do. No matter; I will be a better man than he… in some ways, I think I already am.
songs as movie posters | welcome to the black parade - my chemical romance
(Source: clush, via rockstar-feelings)