There is a nice little hump going over the train tracks. The first time she did it because she knows how much that scares that shit outta me. But i can’t help but laugh when i’m scared, i’m weird. So of course we had to do it again just for the fun of it. Awww best-eez
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THE MAN... ANTI-blog long gone but not forgotten!
Will-i-am-the boy
Oh the things that amuse me...
Rob&Elliot WKUK Pink is the new blog
NothingNice Ctrl+Alt+Del Boasas Skary
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Math + Halloween= First time i would’ve paid attention in class.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Neil Gaiman (via reluctantbuddha) (via nadinator) (via rarelyaround) (via padayon)



Mmmmm Panera!
Does She Love You?
- Question: How do I know if a girl loves me or not?
- Answer: If one night you go out drinking and end up back at her place, pass out together on the bed with your shoes on, and wake up a few hours later only to discover that you’ve peed the bed, which she takes in stride, changes the sheets, and then the next morning has a laugh about it, later leaves some pamphlets from the local health clinic about child bedwetters in your mailbox, and eventually after a few weeks tells your friends but never, ever tells hers: She loves you.
My archnemesis.
Akeem keeps getting sexier ery-day!!!
I’ll help you beat the shit outta that pull upper thingy, that’s right i said pull upper.
Currents
- Waiting to go to Panera!
- Thinking about eating scrambled eggs cause everyone on tumblr keeps posting them.
- listening to Accidental Babies/Damien Rice
- Wishing for him.
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all these pictures… you have a neat house laady :)
all these pictures… you have a neat house laady :)
Awww gee thanks ;)







