December 2010
That awkward moment when..
heyfeebs:
..you’re singing your heart out in the comfort and seclusion of your own room, and you’re all like: ..and then your rents/sibling/some other troll comes in, and then you’re like:
?___? Why you mad for?
Why do people rant about things that just aren’t important? I mean seriously if what you are ranting about won’t affect you tomorrow or somewhere along in your future or someone you know future there truly is no point. I mean sure it’s hilarious to see people ranting about nothing. For example., Joe and Ashley’s relationship. It’s not that serious people; in fact...
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To be honest I’m not even mad. I feel sorry for you. You have so many people caught up in your lies of sweetness but that’s okay I’d rather be hated for seeing the person you really are than loved for being oblivious to the snake you truly are.
ON THE 12TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TUMBLR GAVE TO...
alexxsmiless:
Twelve error messages
Eleven Little Monsters
Ten Hogwarts students
Nine Mean Girls Quotes
Eight hipster pictures
Seven rude anons
Six meme faces
FIVE DANCING GIFS
Four reblogs
Three new followers
Two liked posts
And an always empty ask box
. . . Tis the season to be Jolly
So I found out some interesting news a few days ago. A “friend” of mine has been saying shit about me for some time now. Telling people I’m controlling and bossy, and we don’t even talk or associate outside of the classroom and even then we hardly talk in the classroom. The only fucking time she even wants to talk is when she needs help with her classwork/homework because...
“I feel like I am sitting in a room full of people that I love, and you know...”
As Selena said, "Fuck the shit that bitch said."
There are two types of greetings:
linesandletters:
audacious-dreams:
Friends:
Best friends:
What Happenes At The Jonas concert.
stayfornickj:
Its about to start and i’m like.
Then they come out and i see them and i’m like.
And then Nick waves over to my section and i’m like
And some hater puts up a sine like “We Hate Jashley.” and i’m like
And then my favorite song starts playing and i’m like.
And then i’ts over and i’m like.
And then I’m at home and i’m like.
THE END.
Guess who's coming to my house tonight?
wedonthaveasong:
