July
August 2013
Excuse me while I fangirl
Walking around in goggles and shiny trousers in the middle of the night cuz why not
Gigga idag, halsen är död! (Ja, jag taggar med gyllene tider, döm inte)
Låt mig iaf låtsas vara ball?
Post-rock beer with Sophia
Och så bjuder vi på en topless bild bara för att ni gillar mig
What happens when karma turns around and bites you?
See this is what I like to wake up to
When we are under excess amounts of stress whatever physical problems we have become worse. Often times we become ill because stress can alter virtually every chemical function and between them all, c
Hörde jag hade ögonfärg
Looking like shit today so yeah.. Tagga Slayer imorrn?
Gillar den här bilden lite grann https://www.facebook.com/Twitchofficialband
Hörde han något om att dricka öl i regnet och se på band istället för att dricka öl i huset och lyssna på band?
Getsaways rocks festsivals
*random bild* Tror jag står vid gränsen. Centimeter från att ge upp helt. Maybe I was meant for something else.
It's like a joke but no one listens Your hero doesn't exist
<i style="font-family: 'times new roman';">Alone you cry, it's killing timeOr is it time that's killing you?Alone and the walls are caving inApologies won't heal OUT OF CONTROL
This can't be me, for once I would prefer my dreams to this
Found this old thing! Måste byta strängar dock
I don't need this, I don't need your fucking help You are all stupid idiots, you can all go to hell
"You say that you're fine but I know that you ain't You're looking like hell and you're no fucking saint"
New look for my eyes? I call it the "this suuuuuuuuuux"
i don't care to set things right i can't see that it's worth the fight now at last i see things straight i'll make it all just go away
This is something but I dunno A lot of talk but there's no one to listen What's the purpose? Where you blind and deaf? Maybe you'll get back the things that you've given But when does it end for you?
But the air on stage is burning our lungsAnd we're all going deaf from the beating drumsAnd you can't see a thing for all the bloodAnd sweat in our eyes And you can't sing a note for the dust
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