onthewing:

bvac:

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imheretostay:

lisaslifebelike:

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senseishawn:

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nevershoutandy:

True shit. v_v;

I told myself I’d learn over the summer… and failed.

ha! i got mine as a gift >_

LOL same here

LOOOOOOOOOOL i’ll teach you to play while i teach DK how to sing…-_- HAHA super siiiiiiiiiiike

Lmfao:) its pretty damn fake , so i dont bother.

i knew how to play it.

guilty.

But I know SOME songs (:

I am asking for lessons for my birthday. along with the bass.

I dont KNOW how to play but I do mess around with it making up nonsense

hazelweatherfield:

not send another 30,000.

That’s a lot of people. That is more than twice the size of my town.

He was against the Iraq war. Afghanistan he supports.

So I guess I used to make up stories as a kid. Stories about pretty much everything. Every time I met someone new, visited a new place, saw something new, heard about something, whatever, I would make up a story about it, or about someone interacting with it or something. After years of doing it I’ve accumulated false memories of thousands nonsense events. While easy to ignore the memories, it’s not so easy to ignore the desire to live all these lives I’ve imagined. It’s almost like I miss the people in the memories. I ache for the places I’ve imagined. Beautiful countrysides that I don’t know if they exist or have no idea as to where they might be. Buildings I would wonder every town just to find something like them. I don’t know how I let it get this bad, but it happened and I don’t know what to do. Should I seek them out? Should I give up on them? Do I hope I stumble upon them somehow? Should I use it to my advantage and try to use them to write a half-assed story? fml

haleyworldeater:

Believe it or not I am eighteen people! I want to stick a sign to my forehead that says that, so strangers stop treating me like a child.

On the plus side… um… shit… yo- no… If there’s ever a fire in a crowded room everyone else will be trapped while you can just slip between the cracks in the walls?

firewaterlake:

indifferentglare:thetides:whitneyrecherche

The cat’s mind has been blown

firewaterlake:

this. im going to make it

I don’t even smoke and I wanna make this

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