hips like cinderella.

grow the fuck up

it’s not even that your words are hurtful, because they’re not.

they’re just fucking disgusting and vile.

you’re 44 years old show some god damn maturity.

it's getting sickening

this fight has happened 9578859608 times before.

i’m getting fucking SICK of reapeating myself.

fear of dying.

I’m not afraid of standing still. I’m just afraid of being bored. I’m not afraid of speaking my mind. I’m just afraid of being ignored.

I’m not afraid of feeling and I’m not afraid of trying. I’m just afraid of losing, And I am afraid of dying.

Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too, Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too, Without you yes I…

I’m not afraid of being sick. I’m more afraid of being well. I’m not afraid. Put the gun in my hand. I’m just afraid it will hurt like (hurt like) hell.

I’m not afraid of screaming and I’m not afraid of crying. I’m just afraid of forgetting, And I am afraid of dying.

Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too, Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too, Without you yes I…

Fear of, Fear of, Fear of, Fear of

I’m not afraid of looking ugly. I couldn’t care what they say. I’m not afraid of happy endings. I’m just afraid my life won’t work that way.

I’m not afraid of forgiveness. I absolve you everything. I’m not afraid of lying… But I am afraid of dying.

Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too. Without you yes I do. Without you all I do is sit and think about you. Without you yes I…

hurt me slower

I just wrestled with my friends boyfriend in his car, & we were alone. somehow it feels wrong.

in other news this song is pretty kick ass: