Midnight Root Beer-Float snack.
When angels and serpents dance
Enjoy your life. Cause ifiwereinyourpants, I would use a belt to keep a tight hold. :)
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reblog if pete wentz can fly! ;D
Oooh! Give me a break :>
I want to live in Mt. Olympus.
She calls me sweetheart;
I love it when she wakes me when it’s still dark.
I wanted to be the person he told things to. I wanted him to think I was pretty. I wanted him to be reminded of me by stuff I liked - pistachios and hooded sweatshirts and the Dylan song “Girl from the North Country” - and I wanted him to miss me when we were apart. I wanted him to feel, when we were lying in bed together, like he couldn’t imagine anywhere better.
Oh why would teachers return our quizzes right after our periodical exams? Thanks. It’s over.
This is for the girls who don’t always win, who stay up all night listening to music that inspires them to do things next to the impossible. The girls who laugh, smile, cry and think all on a daily basis. The girls who like, learn, and regret. The girls who may never have it easy. The girls who learn the hard way and live to tell about it. The real girls. Cheers.
