I love being home alone.
I creep on the neighbors …
I cry over things …
I dance like nobody’s watchin’ …
I go out for a drive …
I do things I’m not proud of …
I sit on the computer for 17 hours …
I eat anything I see …
I pretend to be the best dancer and singer in the world …
I cry some more …
And, then everyone comes home, and their like “What’d you do all night?”
And, I’m just like …
… Nothing …
(Fonte: ginger4lyfe)
It lifts troubled heart to see my brother gain his freedom. Melitta would’ve been proud.
(Fonte: wyatted)
Via Everything ends. Even the immortals
Su di me
Non ragioniam di lor, ma guarda e passa
