Maddie, 16, I post a lot of personal text posts and too much Arctic Monkeys
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sanable:

!!
sadellite:

THIS IS STILL THE FUNNIEST THING
babygonzo:

vupset:

theonion:

Report: U.S. Still Leads World With Highest Density Of Kevins

my neighbors used to have a dog named Kevin I hope he was included in this census

he was

taxicar:

tumblr made me think about a lot of things but mostly social justice and my eyebrows

(via lindsaylohansmugshot)

usasheeran:

sheeriosnotcheerios:

Yet another great twitter convo

It gets better

it-is-ticking:

eiddam:

it-is-ticking:

eiddam:

it-is-ticking:

Apparently I need to watch juno

Well duh

Well I kinda need the movie 2 watch it

That’s what the internet is for

I showed you those sites and I can’t no computer

Ur living in the stone ages I’m sorry

it-is-ticking:

eiddam:

it-is-ticking:

Apparently I need to watch juno

Well duh

Well I kinda need the movie 2 watch it

That’s what the internet is for

it-is-ticking:

Apparently I need to watch juno

Well duh

Title: Piledriver Waltz
Artist: Arctic Monkeys
Album: Suck It And See
Plays: 5,047 plays
yungmanic:

I think it’s absolutely crazy how feelings can flicker so quickly, deteriorate so easily. One minute my ears are filled with the sound of your soothing voice complementing my every thought, mistake and action- then the next you plaster me with doubt, mentally suffocating me with criticism. I don’t know which is the truth and which is the lie, or what hurts more; the compliments or the suffocation. Weird isn’t it. I am not sad because your feelings changed, or that you lack understanding. No. I am sad that you are letting go of someone who was willing to change themselves into a better person. Change for you. All the care and feeling I have towards you is being thrown away. You let go of that, you let go of me. And you will never find that again. Another girl? Sure, but not the feelings I had. No matter how hard you search. Never. Giving you a chance and showing the slightest bit of affection was an ocean of effort. Appreciate me. Patience is all we needed, all you needed. But waiting seemed like a forever maze; an inescapable facade, an emotional trap. I can’t keep living in the past, the only time that’s real is now, the only time that exists is now. Our touch, our laughter, forever hugs, feelings, kisses and every depressing word I just wrote no longer exists. It’s in the past. Dead.