August 2011
July 2011
I like the instant "click" when you can talk to...
You.
The person I love at times. The person I envy most. The person on rare occasion I’m close to. The mirror image of myself in the past. My parents’ first priority over me. The one I try so hard to set a model for. I one I try to push toward more productive activities. I person I hope someday will make me proud. The one I want to prevent from making the mistakes I did. The person I want...
I swear.
bwandoncastillo:
If I end up liking you, I sweet talk a whole lot. No bullshit though.
Like, I’ll mean it but then I know how to control it. It always feels nice though to compliment a certain someone.
Friends come in three forms.. Leaves, Branches,...
misecarg:
-J.A.A
I CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING BEFORE I WAS FIVE.
So I don’t know any of these 90’s shows. smh .-.
bwandoncastillo:
I actually like messy hair on girls.
Messy hair = Sex hair.
i have never been inboxed in my life. SWAG.
I want a bestfriend. One with the same interest, the same hobbies, and the same talents. Just someone to talk with, to workout with, to jam with, to anything with. I don’t care how far you live. Someone PLEEEEAAASSEEE. We can chill, you know teach me how to bboy, and chords for songs on uke, guitar, piano, etc, you know sit and talk about shoes and clothes n stuffffff. Play some black ops...
I want anon haters. Someone to call me ugly, dumb, bad, etc. I need the
motivation. Someone to prove wrong. Someone to keep my confidence at a socially-accepted level, but at the same time, help me perfect what needs improvement.
Happy birthday to me. (=
You hate that bitch tooo !
imswaggerificbro:
I don't own any Jordans.
bwandoncastillo:
Sorry, I don’t have the money to be spending $150+ on shoes that I could fuck up when I could probably buy 4 pairs of vans with that money.
No hate, I like certain pairs of Jordans. I just don’t want to own any and it’s not really in my attire for what I wear.
Coverrrrrr →
old.
I'm not Tumblr-famous.
ninjafunsize:
I don’t get messages everyday.
I don’t get complimented by my followers.
I don’t post the best stuff.
I don’t look amazing head to toe.
I don’t get notes that reach over a 100
I don’t have much alot of followers.
But
I do cherish the messages I get.
I love the compliments I get, when I get lucky.
I reblog stuff I feel connects to me even though its not original.
I am...