One Direction songs actually have meaning. Not like the things you probably call music. Only cause they are well know by girls doesn't make them some new "Justin Bieber" Please! Justin Bieber sucks ass. One Direction actually has a song that is about how a guy wanted to kill himself because his girlfriend was dead. So before you go talking about how they suck, go back and find out about it because they have the same meanings in songs as your little scene/emo bands
Point taken, but I just don’t like the band, that’s my opinion. Please don’t use scene or emo in a derogatory term, I’m not either of those adjectives but I don’t see why you would use it as what sounded like an attempt to better yourself than me. Also, regardless of whether you’re a girl or boy, grow a pair and have the balls to let me know who sent this. I accept hate mail with a smile and laugh :) Have a glorious day.
Who gets drunk at a PUNY ASS German fest? I can understand if it’s a city fest, because there are rides and other sources of entertainment, but this fest was a village fest by a little lake…so explain to me why some dumb fuck got so drunk he shat himself.
Oh people, you never cease to amaze me with your stupidity.
Everyone has them, maybe not the same ones, but they still got ‘em. Mine tend to deal with being wildly inappropriate and sexual at all the wrong times. I have a blunt tendency, and a tendency to be intentionally awkward. Somehow people still like me. Thanks guiz.
Tumblr, I discovered why people like you. With only around three people following me, I can post whatever the hell I want. All the time. One post after the other. I now understand why my friend Kirsty calls Tumblr Narnia. <3
Apparently all Europeans have no boobs and are like six foot tall. Sorry H&M, that I am 5 foot, hispanic, and have tits. Finding things that fit now are such a task. Plus, tits demotivate you…I used to run. Now I don’t, mainly because I don’t want to lose my boobs. Have I mentioned I have serious issues? Lol. But in the end, I’ll end up running six miles like a freak again everyday this summer, but to keep the boobage I’ll wear two sports bras. K thanks, bye.
So sorry if anyone who actually looks at this (which I know is no one but me, but I like to flatter myself), that all I do is post depressing poems I’ve written. I’m still trying to understand how tumblr works, so I haven’t even started following anyone yet. Time to change that!