I should be doing chores…but my kidneys hurt…and my lungs won’t work…and I don’t /want/ to do chores. I want to /sleep/ _-_


Green Day
| Boulevard of broken dreams

Oasis | wonderwall

Travis | Writing to reach you

Aerosmith | Dream on

mash up.

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WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG

(via pause-un-beef-tho)

Me singing Let it Go from Frozen. I apologize for the eardrum blood in advance… I am not used to singing this type of music and I don’t exactly know the song too well..or hardly at all. Maybe I should have practiced more before recording it for the world to see. Yeah, oops. Too bad -I’m lazy.

I wrote more of that story thing. Also it just about sums up my morning

I woke up feeling that dying feeling again. I’d dreamt someone was stabbing me in the back, then in the lungs, but when I woke up the murderer still refused to leave me alone. The pain wouldn’t cease.

My eyes flashed open but I couldn’t move. I was in the middle of an intense coughing fit but I couldn’t sit up to open my lungs like the doctors always told me to (not that it ever helped much anyway) because I was being stabbed in the sides with every move I made. There was no time to scream between gulps of air. My door was closed and the walls were too thick to hear through. My parents’ room was on the opposite side of the house anyway so I knew there was no not much hope of getting their attention -even if I could scream.

My hand clawed beneath my pillow, searching for a clunky black phone that used to belong to my mom.

If only I could check the time -because, maybe my mom would be comming in to wake me up for the morning med routine soon- then there would be hope.

My shaking fingers clasped round the fat rectangle and I held it tightly above my head praying it didn’t slip and smack me dead in the face. I clicked a button on the top and watched the screen flick on.

5:45am

That’s what I read and that meant 15 more minutes. I just had to wait 15 more minutes.

I had to find some way to sit up.

I think I’m losing my memory now. I’m scared.

Do you want to build a snowman lyrics

Do you want to murder Batman?
Hang his organs in the halls!

Won’t get in trouble if nobody knew!
We’ll cook him into stew
And hide his bones inside the walls!

And Robin won’t get lonely
If we kill him too,
before an hour passes by!

Do you want to murder Batman?
It doesn’t have to be the Batman…
(You need a therapist, Anna)
Don’t call the cops…

NO FESTUS NOOOOOO

childofthestreets:

annabellioncourt:

Dear Santa please get me these so I can feel girly and bad ass at the same time while I dance around with a sword destroying my arch-nemeses   

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jenimation:

dude everyone else got their favorite childhood books made into movies so where in the flying fuck are my Maximum Ride movies???

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figgyforprez:

The thing that bothers me the most about fan art of max ride is that NUDGES HAIR ISNT FREAKING CURLY OR KINKY OR NAPPY

SHE IS BLACK

BLACK LADIES DINT HAVE NATURALLY STRAIT HAIR for the most part AND IT EVEN SAYS HER HAIR IS CURLY AND KNOTTS EASILY AND STUFF

fix it please

And Max’s isn’t platinum freaking blonde or straight.