An End.

I have to give up this blog. It's boring me to death, simply because blogger is dumb and isn't good with multimedia posting.

If you would still like to follow my posts, brand brand brand new blog at:

www.yarralee.tumblr.com

A small love.

I've got reason to believe
That
The love is up his sleeve
While
My heart's inside my knees


and baby, they're shakinggg.


Days are long and cold
So you're the only soul
In this ghostly town


When nobody's arounddd.


And it hurts hurts me to see
Tears pooling 'round her feet
His perfect doll for him


is now breakinggg.


But cheer up, sweet young heart
And I'll tape your sides back up
No worries in the air


when we're togetherrr.

And it's as sweet as can be.

I love this comic strip. What bounds fact and fantasy is hilarious.

Yeah, It's crazy.

Here's is the best advice I could ever pledge:

That bitch that you don't particularly like, yeah her, when it comes to getting her back for all that worthless shit...
...don't use the fists. Nope. I've got a god damned better solution to all of that.

STEAL HER MOTHERFUCKING PURPLE PEN.

And here is my rationale:
Cause whenever you're using that pen, yes that's right, every precise little minute you gracefully bring it out to write your homework...you know it's hers. And deep down in your heart, you laugh to yourself on how you're writing devious schemes and evil notes about her that should be contributing in her life, go to yours.

ALL FROM THE PEN.

Thank you, courage wolf.

Seize the day



BY THE THROAT.

Maybe he needs a nap.

Written last night.

Why does anyone live,
When they have to wake up tomorrow?