It’s been moved to ti-melord. Have a wonderful day!
Okay, I’d want to be able to do a sick longboarding or skateboarding trick, like coleman 180 slides or really long speed checks of 19 stair nollies. I could always relearn the trick after the ability is gone, seeing as I know how to do it, I just need practice again.
I’d go to Los Angeles with John, Emilie, MaryKate, Kelly, and Amanda. And Marshall, for good measure. I love my bro.
wait so you want to kill yourself on purpose?
i understand where you’re coming from, though. dying speeding, like it’s your last fuck up, you want to die rebellious. so do i. i want to die longboarding. Like I fucking love longboarding. and skateboarding. I’d want to be bombing a hill, going 60 plus miles and hour, just whizzing by, wind in my hair, summer air brushing on my face, a beautiful view of the sun setting over the ocean. i’d be going SO fast. and then, a car comes around the bend, and bam, i’m gone. no pain. like that.
if i’m gonna die, i’m gonna die skating.
dude okay driving while high is like playing a fucking video game hahahahhaa
ask me stuff at s-lide.tumblr.com now srry
my christmas was shit
wow do i care
how was i supposed to you know don’t do milkshakes
mostly everyone does milkshakes
why can’t we talk about something else because this is pissing me off
are you fucking serious. your life is like a soap opera, dude. you’re a fucking teenager. there’s going to be like 15 more guys for you to be fuckbuddies with. i mean, he’s not even your boyfriend. of course it wasn’t going to last! you should have known that the second you realized there wasn’t going to be a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship between you two. you told me he runs around talking to other girls. you know why? BECAUSE HE’S NOT FUCKING COMMITTED TO YOU AND HE DOESN’T HAVE TO ANSWER TO ONLY TOU. you might think he’s “different,” or that he’s “special,” or “not like the rest.” Well guess what? So did every other girl who got her heart ripped out of her chest. You are not a special snowflake, and neither is he. And you can sit there, behind your computer screen, and tell me that I don’t get it, that I wouldn’t understand because i’ve never been in a relationship…that i’m wrong. Well guess what, sunshine? I may not have had a boyfriend, but I know boys. i predicted a long, long, time ago that this was going to happen to you. yeah, he took you to concerts, got high with you, had sex with you, etc, etc. okay, well he is young and stupid, and so are you.
find your best friend, get in a car, and blast Mac Miller so loud they can hear it in china. then roll all around mount pleasant singing along to it with a chick fil a milkshake in your hand and get over him. scream obscenities out the window and throw rocks into shem creek really, really hard. then, once you’re done being angry, go home and turn on Bob Marley and chill the fuck out.
My point: You looked at him with feelings and he spoke to you with words. You’re a naive 15 year old girl, and he’s an immature boy with one hand in his pants and the other on a handgun.
Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood.
Merry Christmas to you, too?
I mean, I know we’ve never seen eye-to-eye, but I’m going to give you my two cents anyway. If he really cared that much about you, he wouldn’t be pulling this shit. Either confront him, or drift apart. You’re not a fuck buddy.
going to a party tonight :)
Disney Channel seems to have reached new levels of fucking horrible with their new show