“I bleed from the inside, and I won’t tell anyone. Nowhere to find, but I couldn’t care at all. Live like a ghost to keep me from talking, ‘til you notice where I’m at, ‘cause I couldn’t care at all.”
If Mr Brightside ever starts playing, and you don’t stop everything you’re doing and sing at the top of your lungs, you aren’t living life properly.
(via soguidemebackhome)
partybarackisinthehousetonight:
she wears short skirts i wear the same pair of jeans every day
