imagine reading a book of all the lies you’ve told
Imagine reading a book of all the lies that were told to you.
(via giveme-thunder)
so you’re saying I can win 5 iphones every day??? and all I have to do is give my credit card number on this website I’ve never heard about??? well slam me in my tender butthole sir you’ve just got yourself a deal
Slam me in my tender butthole
I think I’ve just found my new favorite phrase.
(via t-waat)
It kinda sucks when you get in the habit of talking to someone every night. And then one night when they’re not there, everything’s just so lonely and it’s hard to sleep.
“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being A Wallflower, but had differences. This poem is also in English curriculum for a lot of high schools. It is a very powerful poem, and although it is very blunt, there is so much more meaning and depth behind each line.
(Source: colourless--waves, via theycouldseeaworldreborn)
