February 2012
I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home, and you make excellent coffee that has to count for something. Call me.
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody.
Call It Quits - Title Fight
this song....
“Get back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands up, hands...”
@18miles and I MAY have screamed this in...
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“i love brunch, love everything about it. i love drinking too much, i love...”
– I am Roger the Alien.
Things from last night.
Informing hotbarboy that ‘I’m Charlie Sheen’ will not make him love me. Kid can barely make eye contact let alone understand my ohso complex banter. This is the perils of creepin’ on the babymeat.
I am starting to accept that a ‘quiet one’ doesn’t exist with me.
Instead foolishly stumbling from bar to bar abusing jukeboxes and boys alike does.
I...
Louis from One D, you make me sad when you have your ankles on show.
You’re at the bloody Brit Awards, get your beautifully formed head out of your ass.
The Secret Diary Of A Small Girl: Schadenfreude. →
nmca:
Laughing at the misfortune of others.
I always remember the time my (now ex) boyfriend cheated on me in the middle of a packed nightclub. Fortunately my best friend broke the news to me in a kind and humane way, because 10 minutes later I logged onto MySpace (this is how long ago this was) and…
Miss Nik speaks truths. Can’t wait for the catch ups before she trots off to the...
We paint a lover’s tryst
We’re neither clear nor descript
We kept it safe and slow
The quiet things that no one ever knows.
