hide your face so the world can never find you.

me & my sister :)

she's HOT

i bought someone a pair but stuff happened and i took them back and got my own size and such a better colour!

i still want you but, i don't want to be the one who is always doing the chasing.

incase you were wondering, i only ignore you because its my way of trying to get over you, its stupid, i know but, if i dare to look at you i know these butterflies in my stomach will take flight for the 100000000000000000000000000th time and i'll be right back where i started.

it's like the alcohol making my head spin, you're scent is the rum, the room is the bottle, keeping me hopeless til i wake tomorrow.

see, the truth is, i want to talk to you and i desperately wait on the computer for you to say something to me, or for you to send a text message or even a phone call. i know it won't happen but, i'll stay up all night every night until you do.

i've got to stop this sick obsession.

i miss you, like really, really miss you.

And it’s you. It’s you in every building. Every window shutter. Every paint flake, Every fleck of god damn snow. My black coat is now white, I’ve been walking for two hours, And I’m seeing you. You’re halfway across the world, fast asleep in your dark room, your warm bed, my unread email on your phone, my face somewhere in the back of your head.

& Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife. Addicted to the knife? ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE!

I dislike arguments of any kind. They are always vulgar, and often convincing.

“The whole world goes on and on about love. Poets spend their lives writing about it. Everyone thinks it’s the most wonderful thing. But, when you mention two guys in love, they forget all that and freak out.” — Mark A. Roeder (Outfield Menace)

I see the flower arrangements which is located at the corner of her room, wilt, it was rotten. I see eyes that are always happy when she saw me. that night, I sat on the bed where we’ve enjoyed every second touch of flirt. my hand, her hand. she came, with different feelings, her eyes do not represent happiness. she’s bored, tired of all this. I do not know why, all I know she wants to sail another love story. love of books written in her hearts not to just one person, namely me. just like the flowers wither, it must be replaced with new ones that are still fresh in order to decorate the empty space. I’m not happy, although I admit whatever she felt, happy, sad, lonely, I’ll feel it too. but not this time, sorry dear .. I love you too much to receive you to start writing a new love story. I’m not going away, ever. I want you to know, before you write your story in new page. remember, behind the sheet, there I am, there you write my name.

The world we see that seems so insane is the result of a belief system that is not working. To perceive the world differently, we must be willing to change our belief system, let the past slip away, expand our sense of now, and dissolve the fear in our minds.

Am I aching your heart or just mine? Will it be ok if I start walking in time?And for you I would nail myself to the wall but, I’ll hate you for it…
Sometimes I look at you and think I love you so much that I’d give all this up, if it meant you could hold me...

i want her hair!

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never...never forget it.

i am going to marry Emma Dean. ^

Oh touch me in this sharp light, I've been aching through the night. Thieving hearts meet after curfew, you know where I'll be waiting for you...
Lover love me or let me go, so this guilt can melt like snow. And fill the streams that wash my hair of what a thieving scoundrel dared.

& i'm taking all your memories off the shelf..

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most? Saying something and wishing you hadn’t? Or saying nothing and wishing you had? I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don’t be afraid to tell someone you love them. If you do, they might break your heart…if you don’t, you might break theirs. Have you ever decided not to become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person? Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn’t. You can’t tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own….when you least suspect it, or even when you don’t want it to. Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much…for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all. Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid… afraid of what we don’t know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger. Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don’t be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had.

i've lost my escape.

The first person who’s on your mind the moment you open your eyes after a night of sleep is the reason either for your happiness, or pain.

my faourite photo of my puppy Valentine. he's amazing.

one of the only decent photos that was taken at my birthday a few months ago. i'd put more up but when you go out to get a career later on in life they can actually find photos of you even if you have deleted them. so next time just think to yourself, would i really like my future employer to see me making out or seeing a naked picture of me that i sent to some random.

catwoman getting it on with mr incredible ;)

photo bomb much. haha i love her. 3 musketeers :)

the sheets are stained with memories of your soft kiss.

Everybody needs an escape from everything. from thinking mainly because once you start to think you realise how fucked up everything is and you really really think so deeply that you end up scaring yourself. See, I play football because its an escape from everyone's depressive emotions and when i'm around those people i start to think about my own problems at home. I come to school to escape crap going on at home and i come here and everyone is so depressed, EVERYONE. Take ****, for example, her escape is he boyfriend and she's happy because she is so focused on him and not caring about any other shit. I liked being with you but, when you got sad it devoured my soul because i didn't know what was going on with you and i wanted to help. But now i know, and thank you for trusting me with that..i'm just sorry you lost your escape.

- K.L

so i had a really shitty weekend and sunday i went for a walk with my nephew (which i swear sometimes i hate, we could seriously kill each other) and my beautiful dog. I just literally broke down while we were walking. my nephewdid not realise at first becaue he's stupid like that but once he did, he was actually really worried. i remember us sitting down on a chair in the middle of some park while i was crying and he just kept asking if i was ok. this proves that even though you fight with your family or a certain person constantly and you swear you can kill them sometimes, well, most of the time; they actually do care about you. whenever i think about that day, despite how horrible it was, it makes me smile.

so, so far from home. in need of your voice to lift my lonely state of mind.

i promise i won't be boring.

please come back.

everyone changes, but alot of people don't even realise they change