Something
They always say that time and love are the most important things in life,
but is time and love things that go together?
Love is a rose that blossoms and dies with time. The most intense loves die with time,
So what's the best: time without love or love without time?
Guess who was bored and literally scrolled through the entire roceit tag on instagram?
Jesus Christ Superstar, I'm still hooked up on this. Why is there so little content in instagram??
I'm taking this in my own hands, just wait until I finish my comic for them now that I can actually draw as opposed to what my old stuff on tumblr may say.
I'm filling this tag guys, just wait and see
I was just making a day out of watching Sanders Sides animatics and One of them had the song:
Let It Out- TGWDLM (and we stan starkid so-) I thought about the lyrics and how they actually really fit Roman-
I’ve never been happy
*Wouldn’t that be nice?*
Is this the secret?
*Singing and dancing through life?*
Is my integrity worth anything at all?
*But happiness can’t come before its fall*
Am I crazy?
*Maybe I’ve always been*
Become what I’ve hated?
*Or maybe I never did
It’s awful freeing now*
To share the hate I felt
But what will I let in if I
Let it out?
My Tumblr @kath-cat made 4 years today :]
I'm somewhat of a Tumblr veteran lol
Sometimes I'm just so mad.
I'm just chilling, doing my thing and than my father just start an argument with me about something stupid and we always disagree and he starts to welling, but I can't well back because that's "disrespectful" and that just makes me so frustrated because I just can't think straight like this and than he would talk for minutes doing this big speech thing and I just know that if I talk back he will talk longer or start welling again so I don't. In the end I just crie. Sometimes it's a silent thing, like a response for the welling or the talks that just make me feel so wrong like I am some tipe of problem in my parents life's. Sometimes is loud. Normally it's like this when it gets to bad and I start screaming or when he hits me for something I say.
In the end he always talk with my mother in the other room, she is never in our arguments, and in the big speech hour she just listen like I do. I never understand the full thing, but I hear that it's about me. Maybe she gets a big speech too.
I don't know, but this makes me want to talk back more, to well and do the things I'm not suppose to do. Maybe that's why I started to be so "rude" to people (I think I am being just true to myself telling them what I think, but mom says that I'm rude and explosive, the second part it's kinda true.)
Don't get the wrong idea, I love my parents, or at least I think so since I don't have to much to compare. It's just that I get so mad at myself for not being capable to deal with this after all this years. This is the only thing in this days that makes me crie and that's so frustrating!
Anyways I just wrote this because I wanted to get it out of my brain so I can do my fucking work and not have to say a word for the rest of the day.
Bye I guess.
Acxa: Look, Lotor, would you rather be feared or loved?
Lotor: I want people to be afraid of how much they love me
Feet Vox's mixed bag of a first day in hell.
WHY DOES THIS FIT SO WELL LIKE THEIR MOUTHS ARE SYNCING WITH THE SONG PERFECTLY AND THIS HASN’T EVEN BEEN EDITED THE FUCK
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