Wednesday, December 11, 2013
My internet just had a mini stroke.
And I too, suffered with it.
Dnt do that to me again bby. Promise youll neber leev me.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Cake - Lady Gaga
"I’ll mop you all across the floor, snatch your fucking weave out bitch, infront of paparazzi singing Paparazzi in this bitch"
YAAAAAAASSSS GAGA tell em’
Monday, December 9, 2013
In ideologies there is not Jesus: in his tenderness, his love, his meekness. And ideologies are rigid, always. Of every sign: rigid. And when a Christian becomes a disciple of the ideology, he has lost the faith: he is no longer a disciple of Jesus, he is a disciple of this attitude of thought… For this reason Jesus said to them: ‘You have taken away the key of knowledge.’ The knowledge of Jesus is transformed into an ideological and also moralistic knowledge, because these close the door with many requirements. The faith becomes ideology and ideology frightens, ideology chases away the people, distances, distances the people and distances of the Church of the people. But it is a serious illness, this of ideological Christians. It is an illness
I Won Tickets on the Radio
TO LADY MATHAFUCKING GAGA.
See me hoes. :DDDD
exams and term papers got you stressed out and run down? well just remember, no matter how poorly you do, and no matter how much better everyone else does, no one is getting a job when they graduate
Romanticism of Adventure
I crave nights of endless open road and a canvas of stars hanging above us.
I delight in the thought of small local diners with the fanciest thing on the menu being a bacon burger.
I picture ourselves taking naps in my suv wrapped in the hotbox warmth of our bodies.
And I see the landmarks, the lights, and the soul of all the places we discover together.
You however, do not exist, and these ideas are only my own obsessive romanticism of adventure.
But if you’re out there, and you think like me. Then get ready for the time of your life - you, the road, and me.