at least when you are hanging out with yourself, you get to pick the music
(Source: kiedisking)
at least when you are hanging out with yourself, you get to pick the music
(Source: kiedisking)
Oh why is your hate so addicting and I
Well I wonder where you’ve been
I don’t see you often
I try to feel something for you
But that’s all that I can do
Give my shadow to you
Do you ever see me at night
And does it please you at all
When you head up the wall
I’d go with you if you asked me to
But we wouldn’t get too far
Two strangers in the dark
if anyone ever breaks your heart just remember they are only human and you can break their body
you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
you make all the bitches crawl
it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
(Source: wh1rring)
One of the biggest things I miss about living in Sasebo, was how easy it was to hang out with my friends. We honestly didn’t care what we did. Sometimes we did laps around the neighborhood. Went to the park. Sat at the gazebo. Go to someone’s house and watch TV. We were content with doing nothing significant when you were surrounded by good company. That’s all it took.
Sometimes I feel homesick. But not really. I just miss my Sasebo family.
You can tell a lot about a woman’s mood just by her hands.
For an example, if she is holding a gun she’s probably angry.
(Source: thisisb)