August 2011
84 posts
I love being home alone.
I creep on the neighbors …
I cry over things …
I dance like nobody’s watchin’ …
I go out for a drive …
I do things I’m not proud of …
I sit on the computer for 17 hours …
I eat anything I see …
I pretend to be the best dancer and singer in the world …
I cry some more …
And, then everyone comes home, and their like “What’d you do all night?”
And, I’m just like …
… Nothing …
When you lay down on the couch and get nice and comfortable only to realize the remote is nowhere in reach.
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”
—John Lennon (via lovepotioninabottle)
That moment when an ugly bitch acts like she's the prettiest human on Earth.
I was in the public toilets and had just sat down, a voice from the next cubicle said "Hi !, how are you ?" Embarrassed, I said, "I'm doing fine". The voice said "So what are you up to ?". I said, "Just doing the same as you, sitting here !". From next door, "Can I come over?". Annoyed, I said " rather busy right now". The voice said, "Listen, i will have to call you back, there's an idiot next door answering all my questions"
Home Alone
In the Daytime:
At Night:
