Fourteen. Simply Complicated. In Love With Music. Emotional. Orange Juice. Paramore. Drums. Banana and Strawberry Smoothies. Guitar. NeverShoutNever. BrokeNCYDE. Singing. No Hate. Grammar Freak. I Love You. Free Hugs. Smile, You're Beautiful. I Cant Help But Love What makes Me Smile. I'll Protect My Friends And Those I Care About. If You Screw With Me, I Have People To Fuck You Up, Although I'll Probably Do It Myself. I Love All My Friends. I'm Nice Enough. I'll Follow Back. I'll Answer All Questions.
But Darling, Please Be Careful. I Just Might Slit Your Throat If You Hurt Me.
Mom.
Dad
Mom. Definitely.
It pisses me the fuck off that some people on here have “advice” blogs or they apparently are “always available for advice and help” but then when someone writes in their ask box, for instance saying they have selfharm urges and don’t know what to do, all that this person “giving advice” says is…
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and you don’t follow Josh on Tumblr yet;;
http://bricksatmywindow.tumblr.com/
Here you go.
You’re welcome.
i can’t not reblog this.
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Idek. How to message people here.
I wish I had money. I’d buy a ticket to see the only person I want to talk to right now.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY