
“money doesn’t buy happiness”
let me test this hypothesis
u-ok:
u-ok:
Found someone’s iPod left in the parking lot at Walmart. I read through the messages and apparently it belongs to Darrel and his girlfriend is pregnant and he don’t wanna be with here and he’s talking with other girls its also her birthday weekend
HE ALSO OWNS 16 EVANESCENCE ALBUMS ARE THERE EVEN THAT MANY
mr-dalliard-ive-gone-peculiar:
Newest tattoo!
It’s on my left forearm. It’s a note my mom left me the night she died. Here’s a side-by-side shot of the two.
Deserves every note.
I cried and then I reblogged
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
“i want to wear shorts because it’s hot but i really hate my legs” an autobiography
“I want to wear shorts but i didnt shave” the sequel.