dear mom,
i’d love to be good enough for you for once in my life. i’d love for you to trust me. i’d love for you to realize that i’m not doing anything wrong. i’d love for you to see that i’m not an alcoholic and i don’t smoke and i don’t do drugs and 90% of my friends are straightedge and a couple of them smoke/drink (maybe). and i’d love for you to stop judging my friends. i’d love for you to have some confidence in me to be a great person. i’d love for you to notice that i’m not wasting my life away and i plan on becoming something great.
i’d love for you to realize that i am COUNTING, fucking counting down the days until i can get the fuck out of here and never talk to you again in my whole fucking life.
from, marlene.
i feel like i’m almost in the same situation. i hate that.
i love it when people take rap or r&b songs and make them acoustic
best combo EVER
(via mike-)I want one at my school ._.
Same.
The Sluts of Seattle Grace (via The School of Jeffrey Dean Morgan)
(via drivemysoul)
thats awesome.
(via drivemysoul)

