Kissable & quiet
I’m Nathalie, an Ewok from Zion, who assisted in fighting against Sauron during the war between humans and zombies in The Water Temple, in order to win the last golden ticket to platform 9 ¾ and save Gotham from the Weeping Angels.
Media Arts Production student, 21, live in Australia and I will rape your dashboards with things I like. That is all.
hey guys!
So I have created a private blog where I can rant bitch and have a cry when I want to without spamming your walls with my dratsness…
If you’re interested in following this blog just let me know through my ask box
http://merette.tumblr.com/ask
and i will send you the link ;)
Late nights won’t do me justice, cause when I drink…I just get so damn depressed and it’s not like I ain’t trying to get over you, It’s just hard to look at all the seasons, pass me over too and I say Oh…seems like I’m always on my own
It’s that time of year and everyone seems to have someone to spend it with and when I say someone I don’t mean anyone, I mean ’that person’…that special person. Sure I have someone… kind of…not really… not entirely…not completely…not permanantly… It’s just ’whatever’… Not someone to call my own… I thought it was… but deep down I know. And while most people will be cuddling up to their someone… I will be trying to fill my time with other people to make me forget that although I may be whole heartedly and completely devoted… he isn’t. And on special holidays like Christmas and New years he’d rather be as far from me as possible because spending that time with me would just be too ‘relationshippy’ for him. Because that is what he does best… keeping me close but not too close, close but at a distance.
You think you’re over it… but you’re not.
I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again, and I cause nothing but trouble I understand if you can’t talk to me again…
I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you or tell you that…But if I didn’t say it well I’d still have felt it, where’s the sense in that?
I think I’m going to depart and continue my miserableness in the warmth of my bed under my sheets… :(
el dolor que refleja en esta canción no es ni la mitad de lo que siento dentro de mí
No quiero creer que nunca me puede amar de nuevo.
because I can’t imagine a life without you
