I'll be the first thing you forget.

Shy.
17.
Trichotillomania.
Sad.
Not even 5'0"
High School.
pop punk, rock, punk rock, metal, those sorts of things.
I like going to concerts.
music is something I love.
I play instruments.
Cello. Guitar. Bass.
I'm in a very time consuming orchestra.

Message me, I like to talk.

guy:

iconic

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sewbergamzee:

tuucker:

when youre walking past a dead body in a horror game and it suddenly comes back to life

image

Oh my god you can almost hear the pug’s screams. 

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lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

lovequotesrus:

Everything you love is here

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wannabeanimator:

THE SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS MOVIE: SPONGE OUT OF WATER - Official Trailer (2015)

Oh

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I mean, do people really care if I’m upset or sad? Do they really feel concerned about how I’m feeling? Enough to talk to me and to at least try to tell me that they’re here for me even if they’re lying?

I feel like nobody cares, but I know that’s wrong. But I don’t know how wrong I am compared to it being right.

Yellowcard - Ocean Avenue

moon-glowed:

doctorkongx:

IF I COULD FIND YOU NOW THINGS WOULD GET BETTERRRRRRRRR
WE COULD LEAVE THIS TOWN AND RUN FOREVERRRRRR
I KNOW SOME WHERE SOME HOW WE’LL BE TOGETHERRRRR
LET YOUR WAVES CRASH DOWN ON ME AND TAKE ME
AWAYYYY EEEEE YEAHHHH EEEE YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THROWBACK

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meladoodle:

I hate it when people try and tell me that a wasps nest isn’t a good idea for a wedding present

fuckyeahreactions:

(via butsrslythostahp)

Lonely?

I’m not saying I’m alone. Because I am not. I’m lonely, but then again I’m not.
It’d be really nice to just have people to talk to who weren’t so busy.

I miss having great conversations with my friends.. I mean they were never super great because most of the time they’d just, well, lose interest half way through what I’m saying. Actually, it happened all the time. I was always cut off and left right in the middle of a sentence. Because of that I kind of figured no one cared about what I had to say.

And then I realise, nothing I say is interesting or important. It doesn’t matter.. People just stop listening.

I just wish I had people that were there for me as much as I’m there for them.
But I get it. They’re all too busy for me.
I understand, because other things are more important than friendship, and I do respect that.

But I wish it didn’t leave me feeing so worthless and lonely.

thetardis-in-221b:

This scene just gets sadder and sadder the older I get.

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