saturday-night-hemorrhagic-fever:
never not reblogging
(via invglr)
They are so crispy!
Gym Class Heroes - Cookie Jar
Seriously. Raveonettes. Shiny Toy Guns. No Doubt covering Adam and the Ants. Just Jack. MGMT. Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros!?
She is my least favorite friend of ALL TIME
YOU ARE MY FAVORITE FRIEND OF ALL TIME.
I had someone ask me why I take pictures of myself and post them here. I do it because the people I live with don’t tell me I look good enough of the time for me to be satisfied, so I seek the opinions of anon for comfort. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s vain as hell that I do this, but seriously, more people need to hear that they look good today. Everybody looks good, always.
I’ve been told that I don’t love myself enough to let myself love someone else, and that’s why relationships don’t work for me, and I truly believe them. I don’t like the way my life is right now, and I don’t like where I’m heading if I keep this shit show going much longer. I am a prisoner in my own home, through decorum and honor I am forced to be the son my parents wanted to have, and not the person I want to be. I want to rock out to the gayest musicals and have fucking tea parties in my kitchen and watch tv shows my mother would scoff at, and have my boyfriend over in the morning and no one look twice at it, but they grew up in a different world than I am.
I don’t want my friends to look at me and think, “Wow, he really has changed since he was a child.” I want them to think, “Wow, I’m glad he’s here with me now, doing double shots and getting punched on my birthday for me.” I want my friends to love me for who I am, and not who I had to pretend to be to get their attention.
But they don’t, so I post these on here to make myself feel better. It works. Is that wrong?
Marry me a little. I may not agree with everything you posted, but at least you said it.
