Let's Get Married

Jared Leto.


I forgot how fiiine you were.

I Wish I Could Still Call You a Friend

But I keep your memory.
You took my hand, you showed me
You promised me you'd be around.






You cant hug a memory.

Que sera, sera.

I read what everyone has written

About the recent death of michael jackson. But i dont think they are mourning for them. They are mourning for themselves. I cant help but feel that people love death. They cant get enough reasons to hug each other. A reason to cry, no, sob until their chest hurts. They feel justified to be emotional in this cold world, not because life is hard, but because now they have lost someone to lean on.

Im not really trying to get anywhere with this.


Just random thinking out loud.

You Taught Me

To say what i mean.
Mean what i say.
And know what the fuck im talking about.













'Cause you never know when you're gonna get called out.♥

Call me Stubborn Or even a Little Bit Cocky,

But i refuse to even think you're better than me.