Im just simply Irresistable

chaaarmaineee:

kateloves19:

lollipipop:

\m/ yeah

Sarry, he’s GAY. :))

-malfoymalfunction:

dracomalfoy-:

suicideblonde:

Helena Bonham Carter photographed by Lorenzo Agius

too cool man.

    I have decided to stop. I have decided to stop 2 weeks ago when I realized that I have been making a fool out of myself.

    NEON was great yesterday. It was awesome. Seeing my friends made my day great. I was calm and I felt great. I didn’t feel bad or sick. I was hoping to see those “new guys”, but my luck drew the line there. Everybody made me laugh and crazy. They were just awesome and energetic, just what I needed.

   When I got home, I opened the computer to check my mail and to chat with some friends. As I was surfing sites, I realized that I haven’t stopped thinking about ‘everything’. How can I? How can a person just stop thinking about this thing that’s been bugging that person when it’s not even fought for? See, the funny thing is that I don’t go down without a fight, and me giving up seems like I am. I can’t fathom the idea that I am giving up because I don’t ever tolerate that. The idea itself is weird and suck-ish.

    It’s almost 8 in the morning. I woke up around 5 am because I for one couldn’t sleep at all. I feel like I didn’t even shut my eyes. I feel weak and stupid for telling myself that I’m fine and telling people that I’m great when I knew that deep inside of me I’m not. That’s it! That’s the main idea! I’M NOT OKAY! I’m in pain and irritated, and I’m sucking it all in because I don’t wanna even think about it. It makes me feel like I’m falling down to the ground because I can’t fight it. BUT NO! I was born for it! I’m born to fight for what I believe in. I’m good at sucking it all in when it comes to different problems but this is something I have to yell back at.I have to stand up straight and tell ‘it’ right in the face that it sucks!

   I hope that I can compose myself for today. I know I may sound like I’m about to burst any minute now but I wont and I’m not. I may be a fighter but I’m not stupid enough to be a war-freak. I can carry myself elegantly and gracefully. Thank God I can.

   Finally, I have a relieved sense. I’ll do it today. I’ll tell ‘it’ to stop. I’ll tell that thing to move back and walk away….. or.. be right.

thedailywhat:

PSA of the Day:

[biotv.]

gebmarquez:

hmmmmmm :) (via ache)

gamefreaksnz:

dothereject:

Skateboard Rubikcubism

omfg.

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+invader 2006

Dear Cupid,

     I think what you did was really wrong even though I loved it. I mean, how can you make a guy that I like like me back?! You’re impossible to deal with.

     Yes. He is a totally awesome person yet, there’s something wrong. I can’t help but wonder what it is.

    F.Y.I we are so not together. We are friends. He’s a friend. A friend that says sorry a lot, but we’re friends. Just friends. (there’s something wrong)

Yours truly,

The curious “friend”

P.S. Do something!

I miss my grandma. She’s still alive, if you’re wondering.

I have to admit, I have been a bad granddaughter. I don’t visit her, ‘cause its too far, and I don’t even call her.

I didn’t use to be like this. I used to call her all the time. I used to be very close with her, but school started a year ago and I started to fade. It was wrong I know. She hasn’t done anything but kindness to me and this is how I repay her.

I miss my grandma. I miss calling her and crying when I’m sad. I miss telling her how I feel, and mostly, I miss the way she would talk to me.

She is absolutely the best living person I have ever met. I was so proud of her when she won the Joan Of Arc Award. She is one humble person who lives in the Lord’s path. She has been the best grandma.

When I was a kid, she would take me on walks. I think my love for nature came because of her. She opens my hope whenever I feel down and blue. She would buy me notebooks with a different texture and she would encourage me to write a story, and I know that she’s the one that opened that part of me also. I write a lot because she taught me how to love it. I sketch a lot because she would always let me draw when I want too. Plus, she’s an amazing woman when it comes to drawing also. I can never take my eyes of that landscape that she drew. I was so amazed. From that day on, I practiced my sketching because I wanted to be like her. She’s the kind of grandma that would let you do what you want and let you learn by yourself, but no matter what happens, she’s always there. That’s why I love her.