i wish that people would reblog my stuff.
fuckthisblog: gagaohlalaa: laurenjones: gagaohlalaa: like if i ever say “omfg idspafjasf i hate my life” or something, nobody ever really asks why. they’ll either like it or just ignore it. and everyone does it to everyone else. HI IM LEXI, THE INVISIBLE TUMBLR BLOG dont worry. nobody reblogs my shit either. reblog :D reblooooog REBLOGG
We're all Humans
Reblog if you get it.
So who else loves how everyone stops listening to a song for 11 months, but then in December everyone remembers the words…
I wish that I knew how to rhyme good. I want to be able to write songs, to hear something I’ve written come to life. Hell, I want to be able to write good in general. I just want to write something that more than like, 5 people will read and like
I’m good with my words and I’ll trick you. I’ll pretend to hate myself to make you love me. I can manipulate you however I want…I’m sorry.
I like to think that I’m special. But there are 7 billion others like me.
your kisses. Be with me forever?
I hate it. I either please the one I love, or everyone else. I always choose the one I love. I mean…c’mon, I love her
So I'm tired of
people who reblog. That’s all they do, is reblog, or take other peoples pictures or use lyrics from a song someone wrote. Use your own words please
I wish I could draw. I’d draw him, standing at the foot of my bed. Ready to kill me. I’ll draw her sitting in my chair. Me reaching to her, being sucked into my bed. I can’t reach her though. She’s looking at my hand but she doesn’t want to grab it. It’ll hurt her. It’ll burn her skin. I’d draw the sun, rising and setting out my window. ...
Is it sad
that I’ve had like, 3 or 4 posts today and I feel like a tumblr whore xD
when conversations get intense on AIM and I start whispering the words in a British accent to myself…
I can’t make you happy. I can’t make her happy. And now my fucking conscience decides to come into play and I hate myself for making him do this but I have to. I can’t keep quiet, for once, just because I’m not involved. I hate knowing I was in something like this once and I hate knowing how much I would hate myself…I can’t keep you happy. I can never keep...
So why is everything so difficult?
CAN I SHOVE A POP TART UP YOUR VAGINA TO MAKE IT TASTE LIKE POP TARTS?!?!– :D
Today is one of those days where I feel like I’m the only happy one alive…
of rainy days
I wrote a Haiku.
I like Travis Clark I want his dick in my ass please don’t wreck my dream I’m ~straight, I swear.
So, here is how it goes, You tag five people on...
salenaaa: I tag: -zbfersher -hannapelletier -sashaskye -natashamaria -ewmiwa 1. I can’t swim. I always use this as my first random fact. I’ve almost drowned plenty of times, usually people just point and laugh. 2. I really don’t like myself. Apparently I come off as self-confident or cocky, it really just depends who I’m around. 3. Most of my friends are guys. Yes, it’s hard to stay just...
I love how easily I can seem happy!