My word means nothing
I don’t even know who I am
Or what I want
I’m tired of playing
To feel certain again
To feel right
Let summer come quickly
Bleach out my dark heart
Dry up my acid tongue
Bring me back
My word means nothing
I don’t even know who I am
Or what I want
I’m tired of playing
To feel certain again
To feel right
Let summer come quickly
Bleach out my dark heart
Dry up my acid tongue
Bring me back
(Source: candicetrevinos, via oh-youfancyhuh)
Me: You can’t like him anymore
Dale: He doesn’t know about the Hunger Games? You marry him. You marry him right now.
-_-
Hello Brother… by Henry Sudarman on Flickr.
Shit’s about to get linguistically quirky.
Using all of these
(Source: appleday, via thegreattambino)
(Source: hysterical-blindness, via kristyndw)
(Source: inezzyfritz, via thegreattambino)