Untitled.

Remember that night in December

Where are hearts where in deep surrender

And I thought we’d last last forever

But I hold on to these memories I’ll remember

We were happy

We were in love

Nothing can keep us apart

but time has a warrant

and you gave in 

Left me there in a cloud

thoughts that wouldn’t make me proud

I’d do anything to get you back

but I’m scared you won’t want that

I’m here shattered and broken

But standing, without wounds open

Reaching out  to you would be nice

But I’m scared that you’ll be cold as ice

This may not matter to you anymore

But I still love you to the core

I may seem changed and happy

But you’ll always be my ecstacy

Thanks for bearing with me.

Hi. It’s been quite a while since I last made a post here.. Hmm.. Here it goes. I met this guy, I mean.. He’s not the stereotypical kind of guy I would fall for. But,here comes cupid crashing down on me. We met. We became close. We fell in love. He did things that nobody ever did for me. He gave up on a dream. He broke rules. He loved me. You’re prolly wondering why I’m writing this. It’s just that I never met someone who can actually bear my screwed up self. And he did. He never gave up on me. And I’m really stupid enough to hurt him.. I screwed up again. I messed up again. No wonder everyone gives up on me.. And I still have that tiny speck of hope that he wouldn’t. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

leila-loves-1d:

leila-loves-1d:

payne-cakes-malik-shakes:

jumpslikehoran:

maceycshutt:

itscheyennne:

stripedpants:

This is a picture of my best friend. Looks pretty normal. Look closer, Can you see it?

The last time I saw her was when we were skyping. We were doing normal girl things like taking pictures and stuff, until she had this eerie feeling that she was being watched. When she turned around her webcam turned off. This isn’t just some bs chain letter. My friend died the night when these pictures were taken, the police having no idea how she died since she was alone. It turns out there was a brutal murder in that very same house. If you don’t reblog in the next hour you’ll hear soft crys for the next 3 nights, and on the 4th figure will come and kill you.

This is not fake 3 people have already died from not passing this on. 
This is not a joke. 

omg lol

NOT TAKING CHANCES 

okay…lol
lizzlalalovesyou:

I’M SORRY I JUST
I WANT TO CRY
WHYYY TOBY WHYYY

lizzlalalovesyou:

I’M SORRY I JUST

I WANT TO CRY

WHYYY TOBY WHYYY

cicconeyouthh:

Midnight in Paris 
The moment when you truly know it’s a Woody Allen film 

cicconeyouthh:

Midnight in Paris 

The moment when you truly know it’s a Woody Allen film