November Wind

Shirtless pictures of David on my dash. = w=

Even though I’ve been on tumblr for quite sometime, I am still amazed at how fast people can get something from the television onto their blog. It’s like lightning.

(Source: probalicious, via asdfghjkllove)

I just need to go on tour with David. Get out for awhile. Meet new people.

Figured it out.

I want kunck tats. 
Of the stars on my facebook. They have faces.

I’ll probably make up four more so I can have them on my other hand too. Maybe two more so I can put them on my thumbs too. HMMM. But I know I want knuck tats of those stars.

It’s Stylish or Missing e or Tumblr. But someone get this ugly as fuck plain theme away from me.

THE FUCK IS MY MISSING E. THE FUCK. WHERE’S MY DASH THEME?

I’m honestly.

Tired of men not being honest with me. One-hundred percent face value, right now. That’s what I’m looking at. Because neither of you can be bothered to just explain and tell me. John, you need to end this with me. You can’t just not say anything and pretend it didn’t happen. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen. Closure. Give me something. Chris, you can just say they won’t let you talk to me. “They won’t let us talk. I’m sorry.” You could AT LEAST tell me shit about work, come on. That has nothing related to anything. 

I can’t just say Done. I need SOME kind of closure. To know I can be okay. To know nothing will ever happen again. 

TOTALLY JUST BOUGHT BREATHE CAROLINA TIX FOR THE SHOW IN JAX. FUCK YES. <3