This passion drowns our need for love.

i’m never on here anymore. :C i blame this insane weekend for that. i simply cannot wait for summer - late nights, sleeping-in, partyin’ it up every single freaaakin’ day. this weekend’s just been a glimpse of that; & i fucking love it.

It’s not that I don’t trust you
I just know what you’ve been up to…
Well this dial tone is agreeing
With everything I’ve had in mind
And you’ve got your high as a
Kite tricks in the bag

So as his eyes move past your shoulders
And your shades start movin in the same direction
Don’t worry, I… well I won’t say a thing
And you can’t blame a girl for stickin’ to what she knows
(Stickin’ to what she knows)

Hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
Hope that when he leaves, you still…
You still smell him on your sheets
‘Cause I can, I can
Hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
Hope that when he leaves, you still…
smell him on your sheets
‘Cause I can, I can

If I could get to sleep then,
I guess you could stop pretendin’
‘Cause if I didn’t think you loved it
Well then I wouldn’t play along and
You’ve got your high as a kite tricks in the bag

(You’ve got your high as a kite tricks in the bag)
Hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
Hope that when he leaves, you still…
You still smell him on your sheets
‘Cause I can, I can
Hope he takes his time and
I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and
Hope that when he leaves, you still…
smell him on your sheets
‘Cause I can, I can

You’re down for selling me out
While I play dumb,
It’s cool ‘cause I let you,
Thought I’d never catch you…
You’d say “we’re only friends”
Yeah, real good friends
I bet, I bet

You’re down for selling me out
While I play dumb,
It’s cool ‘cause I let you,
Thought I’d never catch you…
You’d say “we’re only friends”
Yeah, real good friends
I bet, I bet

You’re down for selling me out
While I played dumb,
It’s cool ‘cause I let you,
Thought I’d never catch you…
You’d say “we’re only friends”
Yeah, real good friends
I bet, I bet

Forget your legs around my hips
Forget your hands pressed on my back
Forget the letters that I kept
This is another I won’t send

Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs
(It’s cool because I let you…)
Forget our one last kiss goodbye
Forget me staking out your house
Forget I’ve got you figured out

Forget your legs around my hips
Forget your hands pressed on my back
Forget the letters that I kept
This is another I won’t send

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blink-182 being back & all, just is too good to be true - i feel as if i’m in some insaaaaaneee, unrealistic dream. it’s been wayy too fucking long since i’ve seen my boys back all together, on the same stage. <3 i seriously can’t stop crying; i’m in awe. i can’t fucking wait to seem them on 08/09 & 08/31. <3333333

i’ve never beeeeen in soo much physical pain in my whole entire life - i literally pierced my finger with a sewing machine. the sight of it was utterly repulsive, insanely horrific, & gruesomeeee to the max. i cannot believe that i managed to do that; i’m still in complete shock & i’ve been buggggggggin’ all daay. :C i left school in an ambulance, sat in the emergency room for about three hours, finally got an x-ray of my hand, got shots to numb my finger, & got to watch the doctor pull out the needle. i officially hate my life.

my finger, the sewing needle, thread & all.