Gonna delete my blog

I’ve gotten kinda bored with it. Thanks for following me though :)

Some people are just so beautiful.

It’s so hard to go in the city
‘Cause you wanna say hello to everybody
It’s so hard to go into the city
‘Cause you wanna say hey I love you to everybody
When we were teenagers we wanted to be the sky
Now all we wanna do is go to red places
And try to stay outta hell
Colors and the Kids - Cat Power

When in Rome - The Promise

<3 Oh, his hair <3 I’m gonna go a cover of this for my friend’s Christmas present! So excited! I fucking love rockin out to some New Wave.

“Beauty without expression is boring.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yeah, On Sex

I don’t care if I’m worth more or not. Sometimes I just get so horny I would just fuck the first person who wanted it. Girl. Boy. It doesn’t matter as long as I get full. It doesn’t matter.  Everyone does it, so it doesn’t matter if I do it too, right? Do I only think this now because my body wants it, and when this feeling passes I’ll return to my senses and be glad it didn’t get too far? I don’t know. I just want to lose control and exist. I just don’t know. I want to fulfill this. Senses. Fuck my senses. Fuck them.

Guster - Satellite

To That Flickering Spark Of Inspiration

I wish I could hold onto you. There are so many things I could accomplish if you stayed. Without you everything drains of importance to black and white and gray objects, shapes, things. Without you is like a world without the sun; perhaps for a while I’ll continue to survive, gradualy turning cold until the end. Come back and stay. Invigorate me. I love you. I want you. Melodramatic ol’ me. Remember me? Do you even exist without existing through me? This benefits us both, you sweet little fire.

- Your friend, Rox

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.”

– ― Flavia Weedn