I dunno his last name lol,
we just smoke bongs together.
LOL NAHT!
we just smoke bongs together.
LOL NAHT!
*wog voice* - go for a cig broooahaohaah
LOL I'm fucking funny
Wtf is, 'wogdoola' btw?
Wtf is, 'wogdoola' btw?
He has a kitten in his mouth.
LOL
like,
IT'S FUCKING COOT.
Fuck man, I'm full mungin' out on these Zappos.
BECAUSE DEY GOT MII HOOOOKED!?!
I feel wrong that I'm excited to be eating them..
like,
immorally incorrect sort of wrong.
CAN YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT!?
It's like I'm talking to a brick wall man, seriously
I'm saying that because,
brick walls do not feel excitement,
Fuck man, I'm full mungin' out on these Zappos.
LOL.
Probz have cocaine or some shit in them..BECAUSE DEY GOT MII HOOOOKED!?!
I feel wrong that I'm excited to be eating them..
like,
immorally incorrect sort of wrong.
CAN YOU FEEL THE EXCITEMENT!?
It's like I'm talking to a brick wall man, seriously
I'm saying that because,
brick walls do not feel excitement,
and you are not showing any excitement in your words or punctuation - whatsoever.
I just tipped over one of three half filled coffee cups. I went to get up to clean the coffee that spread across the floorboards immediately. Too bad my drink bottle that was full of Coke was where I put my hand. It tipped over and started spraying through the mouth piece everywhere, all over the walls, practically half the loungeroom and half the laundry floor ect. So this is me, writing on my blog, drenched in coke and suffering a horrid, sticky neck. A hectic O.M.G - over and out.
Day Two: 10 Things You Love.
- My family.
- My dog
- Cold weather, then your coffee and cigarette in the morning is so much more satisfying.
- I like the ability of drugs.
- I like the fact I do not smoke, inject ect. drugs.
- I love the fact I don't really love anything but people.
- I love Alexander Daniel Rohan
- I love what I do and what I've done.
- I love the fact that this will all be over soon.
- I love freedom.
Day Three: 10 Things You Hate.
- I hate it when people say things before finding out facts.
- I hate assumptions and assumer's.
- I hate it when your coffee gets cold when you haven't even smoked half your cigarette.
- I hate it when it's that hot, you're sweating but you're lying still.
- I hate people.
- I hate having the same clothes.
- I hate slow internet.
- I hate it when people underestimate me.
- I hate my fears, anxiety and depression.
- I hate liars.
Day Four: 10 Things You Want To Say To A Person
- I love you.
- Don't ever leave me.
- You're beautiful.
- You make me so incredibly happy.
- I am afraid of losing you.
- I love your hugs and lip biting.
- I love your smile.
- Most of your hoodies are at my house.
- I fucking miss you already.
- I'm sorry.
DAY ONE - TEN THINGS ABOUT YOU
- My middle name is Rae, after my mother's father; Raymond.
- I am musically orientated.
- I don't appreciate being underestimated by many.
- I have self respect, dignity and pride.
- I fear birthdays, birthday dinners, getting older.
- I am appreciative and grateful for who and what I've got.
- I smoke and don't eat enough.
- I have two parents, mum and dad are their names. Two sisters, Chloe and Stephanie are theirs and our newest addition - Etnie the Golden Lab, she's lovely and I don't ever want her dead.
- Artistic expression - my forte`.
- I'm just waiting to die.
I read this picture on somebody's Tumblr before, right? It was about how they want a boy that does all this shit for them, makes them happy, plays with their hair ect. To be honest, you're all fucking gay, yeah it's cute and shit but stop sooking at home and wishing you want one. Get off Tumblr and do something about it.
STONEROY
Every phase we once had, persuing spout of dignity. Pathways springing out of the ground painted with green. Curses, uneven bricks, pins and needles may burn, although the gardens and the water is sprinting through. Forty five to eighty ages, the dead human strolling. Imagine chapters and the novels, drowning you in memoirs. The image of a library with their own five stages of life and those bodies of words, describing fear, hate and love spent during.
Organisation; e.g filing cabinets, they grow.
Organisation spouting in the same concept, although a lot less chapters, a lot less interest.
Humans being a lot more interesting than organisation, the most interesting matter on the planet.
Fuck, I'm good.
“I represent humanity as his masters have made it. The man is a cripple. What I’ve done to me has been done to mankind. He has distorted the law, justice, truth, reason, intelligence, and as he did to me eyes, ears and nostrils, like me, he was placed in the heart a cesspool of anger and pain, and face a mask of contentment.”
- Victor Hugo
- Victor Hugo
'We are who we are, we are what eachother is, we have no problem, we've been through fucking heaps of shit, but we are together - closer than ever. We have an understanding, known as 'the law of us'. It makes me so much more content that you fellow people have no judgements against one another, no matter, we pretty much roll by 'we got chow beck bro'. We are the family, trusting, caring, loving, supporting. Support, its nothing you just go on about 'everything will be ok, just hold tight, it'll all come around soon'. Even then if that's all that's mentions its that little extra support that is not just you can feel, it's that oblivious support. We only realise it when shit falls down and you know who's there when you need it, just by coincedence, work of god? I think so. Angels, i know so. Its that wordless support that means so much more. You just put a smile right on my dile bitch ass'.
I do not believe in horoscopes, I think it's a load of shit but today, I read mine and it was so very comforting in a way. It pretty much said keep doing what you're doing because it will work out in my favour in the end.
How great does that sound? For once I am interested in what the future beholds.
Where are the ones who carry their guns to the far away lands with the blackened suns from the smokened narrow minds? The half-truth trails and the holy lies of an empty heart and overflowing mouth, a plastic smile and a coward's frown. Reprecussions come around when the word named free burns to the ground somehow.
Mum.
To you from me, expressing how fucking annoying it is when you grab me, when you slap me.
The fact of you, involving yourself in my private life astonishes me, it's that fucking rude. And the whole aspect of, 'you being there when everybody gave up on me', of you, 'trying to fix me, when everyone had left me' is probably the biggest lie I have ever heard. Mind you, you were telling me this whilst you were throwing punches at me.
You are in denial, you cause this grief, you put in your efforts and you still fight against like it's not your fault, it's never your fault. Am I right?
This is not a power game, life is not a power game. Give up already.
This is to you as a person and not just as my mother;
Fuck you, you crazy, psycho bitch.
- Yours truly.
Okay, this post is to you. I know you read my blog and I want you to know, don't be afraid of losing me because I won't be leaving you for a long time unless you want me gone. I just want to kill the past.
You are my world, Alex.
This doesn't even make sense, I'm sorry and I just fucking love you okay.
There's something about gritting your teeth, screaming as loud as you can, swearing with an ounce of pride in your voice that feels so oddly satisfying at one point in time, and can end up making you dread everything but that. You come to rely on your voice. It's the teaspoon of power you have left.
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