July 2010
I know what I want for my tattoo.
I know I want it on the back of my neck, and I want either ‘Sell Your Soul’ written there, or some other form of amazing lyrics. I’m thinking either some from Paradise Lost or Black Dahlia.
Of course, that probably won’t fly with my mom, but it doesn’t hurt to ask, right?
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I spend way too much time on Tumblr
loljk I don’t have a life.
It's not stalking...
when their facebook profile is private…
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omgitstheepisodeofCriminalMindswithJacksonRathbone.
squee.
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I fuckin' swear that I care.
I love the Diary. It’s definitely a gooder. Jus’ sayin’.
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I'm sick of Hollywood Undead hate...
Especially from ‘past fans’.
Hollywood Undead WASN’T just Deuce. There are 5 other guys. These 5 other guys are more than capable of still being awesome. I mean, if you’re a fan of Hollywood Undead, you would stick by them. You wouldn’t give up on them. You wouldn’t say they won’t be anything without Deuce. They obviously had their reasons for kicking out...
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“I’m Funny Man, and I just ate a 2 pound burger.”
“Uh, J-dog, and I just ate a 3 pound burger…”
“fuck!”
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“I bought him a chicken sandwich today, so I can say whatever the fuck I want...”
– The one, the only, Dylan Alvarez. AKA. Funny Man. AKA King Kong
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The saddest fucking poem.
capndesdes:
I made this a while ago when i was 16. Its so sad to look back on, and feel the same thing now.
I remember this hurt
I remember this feeling
I remember being lost
without anyone there.
I remember falling,
without anyone to hold me.
I remember loving you
yet no one cared.
I remember wanting
to hold you again
as He reaches for the hand
that i once reached for.
Just...
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