#sarahno

[peppermonsterofficial]

This is the kind of graffiti I’m down with. #SarahNo #SarahYes!

[regalmotherfucker]

Shoot me

What did I do wrong

[regalmotherfucker]

Im such trash and I cant do anything just like, put me in the closet where I can talk to the broom and not bother people cuz I hate doing that.

[regalmotherfucker]

The important parts of todays outfit.

[regalmotherfucker]

Annabel Lee

By: Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.

[regalmotherfucker]

It takes me forever to convince myself that people consider me their friend, and that my being in someone's life from time to time could be seen as anything other than an annoyance, so when I find someone who I really really like, and who I had thought might actually share these affections, and it turns out I am wrong in this assumption, it kinda digs at me. It's gonna take a stupidly long time to kill this stupid notion, and the feelings of betrayal that I really have no right to have because the other person is entirely in the right here. This is gonna suck.

[regalmotherfucker]

I don't like telling people what they want to hear just because they want to hear it, but at the same time I hate worrying or troubling people, and they have a tendency to keep trying till they get the result they want anyway, so it really makes no difference, I'm gonna say what they want to hear eventually, weather or not it's true.

[regalmotherfucker]

Someone take away my phone I'm ruining one of the few good things that ever happened to me via text, and making my shitty trashchild emotional issues worse every time I refresh this stupid website. I need to stop.