'Cause I was worried sick! You just go out, don't tell anyone where you're going. No contact for days. Jem thinks she knows where you might be and she tells me, So I put on me jacket, I grab a torch and go up into the woods and I get there, I get to the cave. And there you are. You're sitting down, you're leaning on a rock. And I think “Thank God, he's OK, he's OK”. But then I get close. I see the Swiss army knife i'd got you for your birthday and it's… You're covered in blood. So much blood. I take you in my arms and I run with you in my arms. I run and run and run but it's… I can't because you're…
I hate when I’m in class, working on my personal writing and someone leans over and goes “WHat R U wRITing” like your eulogy if you don’t back the fuck up you soggy lampshade
My dash needs more Chuck Shurley.
"What if God was one of us?"
Expectations Vs. Reality / Game of thrones
You follow me on tumblr but will you follow me into war
shut the fuck up steve