Juli, 18, Chicago suburbs. 90% of my life is spent complaining about shows I can't go to.This blog is mostly pop punk and tv shows.
I suck but at least I know it.All my stupid emotional posts are tagged ignore this so you can blacklist it if you want.
Flying model rockets own the sky in the backyard next to mine
I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side
My brother’s friend explains to me with breathless words and bloody knees
It’s a black eyed trust, respect with pain.
A love I’ll learn when I’ve been through the same.
"Are we datin’? Are we fuckin’?
Are we best friends? Are we something, in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.”
i need to be alone like the way you left me