Berserk It

My younger brother annoys the shit out of me.
Every time he opens his mouth I just want to punch him in the face.

There is a voice in my head.
It’s saying,

“Let’s be realistic, Shelby.”

All I can say in reply is,

“I’m too scared…”

Reblog with your weight.

defeatinginfinity:

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pacheeks:

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100% chance you guys don’t reblog this one as much as the last.
143 lbs.

:O

steve, u phat.

I’m 113 lbs. -____-

121 pounds

108.

118 ._.

187.

too much.

Jupiter ass.

Burnet: Not A Town

Me: Burnet doesn't have a bookstore.
Khanitha: I know.
Khanitha: I posted it for you.
Khanitha: xD
Me: XD
Me: REALLY?
Khanitha: YES
Me: I like it.

Well that was nice.

I didn’t forget this year.
I’m sure you would’ve understood why I forgot two years ago, though.

I miss you, big brother. I miss you a lot.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re sleeping peacefully. After everything you went through, you’ve earned a calm rest in eternity.

It’s okay.
You can go to sleep now. I promise.
It’s perfectly safe for you to sleep now… because I never forget you.
I never will forget you.
I will keep you alive, even while you rest… and I hope you rest well.

A heartbeat skip, relationship
inside a bubble bath;
an icing drip below your lip
so we undo the math;
a sudden slip between
my pathetic sedatives;
a real-life script of how
mistakes became our medicine… So

delay the hurtful words
of complicated overcast.
Please take the message that I’m
picking up my chin at last.
I said my confidence,
it gets stronger when you’re next to me,
but… we pray from miles away
in quest for what we long to be… but…

I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
(Still missing you…)
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
(Still missing you…)
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
But you’re my everlasting friend,
everlasting friend.

A heartbeat skip, relationship
so we could stay up late;
a teardrop drip below your lip
beside the airport gate;
a sudden slip from where
we used to be a year ago;
a real-life script of how
our hands would hold and not let go…

but delay the hurtful words
of complicated overcast.
Please take the message
that you taught me how to live at last.
But, I said my confidence,
it gets stronger when you’re next to me,
but we wave respect goodbye
in quest for what we long to be… but…

I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
(Still missing you…)
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
(Still missing you…)
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
But you’re my everlasting friend…

Will you be coming home…?
(Everlasting friend…)
My everlasting friend, will you be coming home?
(Everlasting friend…)

I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
(Still missing you…)
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
(Still missing you…)
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.

I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.
I might crumble; I might take a fall again.

I just want to know that you’ll be coming home.
I just want to know that you’ll be coming home.
I just want to know that you’ll be coming home.
I just want to know that you’ll be coming home.

Baby, I think I owe you one.
Every time I come around, you’re ready for the letdown.

The sound of your voice and the faint sharpness in your eyes still make my head spin.

I hope you haven’t forgotten that.

I finally finished Stephen King’s Duma Key.
One of the best books I’ve read since The Gargoyle.
Love it. Recommend it.

“

Something just isn’t right…
I can feel it inside.
The truth isn’t far behind me.
You can’t deny.

When I turn the lights out,
When I close my eyes,
Reality overcomes me:
I’m living a lie.

Avril Lavigne, “Together”