February 2011
confidence is beautiful, but cockiness is filth.
if you are good looking, you would not need to publicize it.
you wouldn’t have to shove your “beauty” down people’s throats.
oh girls with conceited facebook statuses..
January 2011
“In the midst of Winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible Summer.”
– Albert Camus
hilarious. →
“not everyone has a sob story, charlie, and if even they do, it’s no...”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Listen
Listen
“You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”
-Inception
i’ve been waiting too long for happiness to come
knocking at my fucking door; like it owes me something.
saying things like; good must be coming soon
after i have a bad day. waiting.
now i’m kicking that shit down myself
and grabbing happiness by the balls.
thing’s are looking bright for me;
because i say so.
i love when anyone 18+ starts thinking they’re so much better/older than anyone younger than them. even if it’s a year younger. they start referring to us as “kids” “teens.” i mean we are teens but weren’t you one just 5 seconds ago? it’s pure hilarity, because it just shows how desperate they are for some sense of power and specialness when they...
“When we say things like “people don’t change” it drives...”
– -Grey’s Anatomy
i’m just going to take a few seconds to push my twitter onto you guys.
*insert convincing reasons to follow me*
http://twitter.com/#!/jaaanicepayne
i’ll follow you back! -ha, even got a bribe in there! ;)
people need to stop blaming bands for killings and murder. i’m sure lead singers whisper into the ear buds of an unhappy person and tell them to kill…and even if they did, the listener must be really fucked up in the head to act on it. blame parents, bullies, government, or whatever reasons gunmans complain about. just not bands that they’ve listened to or liked. that’s...
“long were the nights when my days once revolved around you. counting my footsteps, prayin’ the floor won’t fall through, again. my mother accused me of losing my mind but I swore I was fine. you paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain.
all the girls that you run dry have tired lifeless eyes ‘cause you burned them out. but I took your matches before fire could catch me so...
can this be just a little more heart and a little...
you know it really is a shame where your hearts at i guess its something of a game and how the key fits and every story ends the same
-go radio