I think I’m losing the only thing I ever really had.
We are awaken with the axe.
Night of the living dead, at last.
They have begun to shake the dirt.
Wiping their shoulders from the Earth.
Then I started fucking it up. I think tonight that I realized I’ll never stop fucking up. That I thought I was good at something that I’m not. That I convinced myself I was. And that I was wrong. I never stopped Fucking it up. I’ll never stop Fucking it up.
I swear, when I woke up this morning, I knew something I couldn’t possibly have known.
And just when I settled into my skin, I proved myself right.
I wish I were surprised, but somehow I knew.
Sometimes, you just know.
Anonymous asked: Don't let the rage get to you.
That it is “Everyone’s life is falling apart and I need you for something, Drake” week.
Maybe then, my body would have realised that when I need to do everything for everyone, its not optimal to be completely fucking sick and feel like total shit.
If there was a memo, and I just didn’t get it, I’m going to be VERY cheesed off.
Oh my god they are the same fucking person.
I really hope that guy doesn’t get cancer, he is probably pretty nice.
I just want to forget.
Emma Watson, Jonathan Ross - September 29, 2012
Anonymous asked: Do you know me?
I can’t answer the question.
But if you are asking it, I have a feeling that the answer isn’t that hard to find.
Its one you already know.
Your eyes and your lips have lost every semblance of agreement.
Not a word be spoken, you’d say the same thing.
I’m sorry. I’m here. I’m worried.
Thats it, really.
…and here is a memory I have that I’d rather not.