December 2009
Brittany Murphy :( This is SO SAD →
Dear Laurel
laurelizabethill:
dang jamie, you put a smile on my face. :)
for-fierce-eyes-only:
You’re Fabulous and no one can tell you different. you make the world a better place!
And we’re young, we make mistakes, but we have so much time
to quote Snow White “Someday You’re Prince Will Come”
YAY IM YOUR FOLLOWER!
good! everyone is prettier with a smile on
Dear Laurel
You’re Fabulous and no one can tell you different. you make the world a better place!
And we’re young, we make mistakes, but we have so much time
to quote Snow White “Someday You’re Prince Will Come”
YAY IM YOUR FOLLOWER!
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Shark Attack- Poetic Version
Lilly: shaarrrkkk
Jamie: OMG GET IN THE CAR ITS A SHARRRKKKKK
Lilly: HOLY SMOKES
Jamie: OH JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH! HE CAN WALK ON LAND fucking runnnn!
Lilly: KASNASJNF;KSJNG;JNA;SKNGAKGMGADSOK
Jamie: I THREW A JAVELIN AT HIM BUT HE PERSEVERES! AND HOW!
Lilly: LOOK AT THAT SPEED AND AGILITY
Jamie: MY GOD, HE PUTS A CHEETAH TO SHAME
Lilly: SUCH GRACE
Jamie: SUCH BEAUTY
Lilly: I WOULD BE IN AWE IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE FACT THAT THIS NOBLE BEAST WAS TRYING TO EAT ME
Jamie: HIS TEETH GLEAM WITH THE FURY OF A THOUSAND SUNS
Lilly: AND HIS SLICK SKIN GLISTENS IN THE MOONLIGHT
Jamie: MY LEG HAS BEEN DEVOURED BUT IT IS ALRIGHT. I WAS BUT DIRT TO THIS AQUATIC JESUS
Lilly: I HOPE THAT I MAY OFFER SUCH A FEAST TO THE AQUATIC GOD BEFORE ME
Jamie: WE ARE HUMBLE FOOD OF THE GODS. COME NOW, WE SURRENDER UNDER HIS BREATHTAKING PHYSIQUE
Our Lady GaGa of the Blessed Disco Stick
fuckyeahladygaga:
The prayer to Our Lady Gaga: Hail Gaga, Full of Disco, Our love is with thee. Blessed art thou among gays, And blessed is the fruit of thy Haus, Gaga. Holy Gaga, Lady of Disco Stick, Play for us monsters Now and at the end of this Lovegame. Just dance.
- B. Schmidt
It’s always wrong to hate, but it’s never wrong to love.
– Lady GaGa (via alecisthebomb)
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'Round the City
‘Round this city
In the winter the trees look like witch hands
and the summer look like a catalog cover
And round the city
everyone pretends it’s the bigtime
but were much to modest and shy
‘Round the city
the school pisses us of
but I met so many beautiful people here
people who can cry like angels
and create the sky with clay or crayons
when people smile and shout...