Screw God. I've grown up believing and worshipping a god faker than barbie. If there was a god, why the hell didn't he help me? Why did you just let us all fall into this horrible darkness? I thought you were supposed to love us. Help us. Guide us. If there is a god he's not who we think he is. He's a vantriloquist, a puppet master, and we're all just the sad pathetic dolls he uses for amusement.
*Elena;~ ♥* posted a quote
August 23, 2013 4:30pm UTC
If I ever become famous I’m going to create a fake account on twitter and tumblr and be part of my own fandom and I will be like bffs with my fans and we’ll fangirl over myself but they would have no idea it’s me and then one day I would call them on skype and see the blood run out of their faces
Hale_Storm18 posted a quote
March 29, 2013 8:53am UTC
Home alone. You break down, letting out everything. Crying as loud as you can. Your family comes home, and here you go. Fake a smile, fake a laugh Pretend it's okay. They don't suspect a thing, They don't suspect their child is broken and falling apart.
Hale_Storm18 posted a quote
August 2, 2013 3:46pm UTC
Fun fact about pants with "fake pockets". The pockets aren't actually fake. You have to rip out the seam. The reason they're sewn shut is so they stay flat and, well, not wrinkle before you buy them. But, seriously, they're real pockets.
Shorty_Helps posted a quote
January 29, 2013 10:24pm UTC
Whenever I hear someone laughing nearby, I assume it's about me. Like I'm constantly worried that everyone secretly hates me and it's all one big joke. I'm forever wanting to text someone but stopping myself because I'm scared I'll annoy them. I over think the smallest things and get worried over them. I'm insecure about every single little thing about myself. >not mine but this is sooo true<