That terrible moment when all your friends don’t want you anymore.


Dear mom, please stop preaching my short comings to our entire family. Thanks.


whererainbowsendx:

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for

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Well, there goes the last person at this school who cares.


It’s TMI Tuesday. You could literally be asking me anything. And you’re just staring at your dash.

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Beauty of chaos over the ugliness of Perfection: Dear every manufacturer of women's clothing, ever:

my-girl-binx:

bythehammerofthor94:

deadjohn:

bassoonerthebetter:

lord-kitschener:

gothiccharmschool:

Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.

No love,

Jilli

And make the…


Anonymous: Judging by your blog and posts, I would say you're a spunky baritone player and you're very dedicated. You like being in the moment during games and competitions because it clears your mind it fulfills you. But I also think you're having a hard time coping with the loss of a lot things around you. Your world is crumbling around you and you're stuck underneath the mess. I think you've tried using music to cope and I think it helps, but the pain became much more unbearable. 

Please be my best friend?