#falalx

[lvghtweightt]

I WANT TO CRY BC PEOPLE ARE SO NICE WOW 

[cutelittleidiot]

worstkindoflullabies replied to your video:Things that really shouldn’t be legal but are

same tbh i mean why are they hot even when they’re doing that thing with the water AND WHY IS GEORGE SO FCKING AMAZING SAT ON THE FLOOR and they way he looks at camera i’m not ok

falalx said:and and with the water and all that shit i c r y

yeah it's just no they're not allowed to do this sort of thing it hurts too much

[cutelittleidiot]

falalx replied to your video:Things that really shouldn’t be legal but are

i feel u

especially george shelley like seriously just n o p e

[brokenxheartstrings]

falalx replied to your post:yo yo yo we finally decorated our xmas tree ...

omfg that little girl behind you reminds me of dora.

she's my little sister and her name is ruby, but genuine nickname is dora. if you shouted dora, she would react to it.

[fckjason-blog]

 falalx said: alrighty, i’ll tag you in a starter?

yes plsss

[fckjason-blog]

 falalx said: bless hi hi

omg i want to rp with Dayton bc logan lerman s2

[thegodfreyfamily]

{falalx}

Tell me I’m pretty. Tell me I fit in. Tell me I’m loved.

A half hearted smile comes across her features as she sits with the people she calls her friends. It’s kind of sad that she feels all alone regardless. They all have their boyfriends and their girlfriends and here she is, the third wheel to pretty much everyone in this stupid group of stupid friends.

"I should be going," She announces and it’s like no one notices or even hears her voice. They’re all too caught up in their conversation to care, so she doesn’t care either. She turns on her heel and walks away, black chucks grazing the pavement with each depressing step. She guesses she’ll stop for coffee or maybe stop by the studio and see if Jax is doing anything fun today.

It’s not until she hears the sound of a car screeching that she realizes that she’s completely out of it, The person behind the glass honking as she jogs across to the other side of the street. She sighs, hood still up and hands in pockets. She doesn’t want to look like she screaming for someone to say something to her, but she really is. She’s tired of being alone.