“It’s true. Boys are going to fuck you over. They’re going to grab you waist, kiss you neck and whisper in your ear but on the drive back home they’ll be texting other girls and telling them they’d do the exact same things to them. You’re going to be treated like an object, you’re going to come across more drugs then you knew existed and who knows you might even end up doing them. You’re going to get your heartbroken, you’re going to fail a test at least once in your life and you’re going to meet that many people who make you realise just how different some people are. Anyway, the way I see it is that you need to get stuck in the moment, you need to chuck some things in the fuck it bucket and move on, you need to learn to say no when you want and yes when the time is right. You need to live you life, ‘cause you only get one chance too and every moment you think about that boy or that test you’re forgetting that fact that you’ve got a whole life ahead of you ready to be fucking lived.”—
I called my brother at midnight, left a message crying my eyes out and woke up to this text.
“If you end up with a boring miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest, or some guy on television telling you how to do your shit, then you deserve it.”— Frank Zappa (via feellng)
i’m gonna reblog this many times as i can i swear to god
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again