“Wow. I was so uncool back then.”
“…Not much has changed.”
circa 07!
GAB!
The Tanya Dictionary defines gabrielle (prounouced; stalker) as.
Slightly obsessive, DEREK LOVER FOREVER, awesome, a tad coincieted, stellar, rad, happy, likes to use sharp objects which could harm her, does not recognize talent of the beatles, has fun making up slash sites with me, knows about BAG DUCKS which automatically makes her cooler than you! :P Tongue-twister madness. She listens to me rant about Family Ties (Tanya: YEAH HIS NAME IS ALEX! gab: *rolls eyes* Tanya: and theres this one episode he’s at his little brothers pre school gab: YOU SAID HE DIDNT HAVE A LITTLE BROTHER!) We sing the MOST EPIC covers of Mayday Parade songs you have heard in your life. For real. We ditch parties to watch tv shows cause we’re SO COOL like that. We like Gabe and follow the word of the cobra. Youre the one i can have dnms with :) the one i can always depend on to listen. (Gab: WOW IM ACTUALLY LISTENING TO YOU TONIGHT!) your awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome and the best friend a girl could ask for! your compassionate, kind, caring and always listen to my sid eof the story. plus you showed me the song “breakdown” which saved my life pretty much every time :) i could write a bloody book on how awesome you are gab (dont get any ideas) but for now i leave you with
BAG DUCKS ON SALE! :)
alllls i neeed is
$53. 60
after that, i am set for the wave =D
yayyy! ^_^
I really need money!!
Soundwave $121
Merch $300
Albums I want, $150 approx.
Hmm, in total thats $571!
Get me some money quick!
Also, Avenue Q anyone? :)
We wonder and we marvel,
why life is life, and then we fall asleep.
Not Understood.
Lawyers and Liars
I am a liar.
I am self absorbed.
I am in this for me.
I am seeking recognition.
I am not concerned with politics.
I am attempting to rise to the top.
I am never going to forget my intentions.
I am allowed to worry about my own life above the lives of others.
———-AFTER ALL————-
I am human.
— Alexander William Gaskarth
lost
caught down in the current south bound,
too far to reach back home,
the lonely place we once knew,
friends names carved into stone.
Hostile hearts lifted arrogance in the air,
the ego’s that never were to be,
grew in a fine sanctuary
With smiling eyes and hands to be held,
no crinkle or dip at the mouth,
lifes lessons had not yet been learned
And still, a drifter, she moves on,
the days passing by, to grow strong
and leaves behind all she knows
what, for ten years, was her home
some places that she dared not go
are now closer within her hold
There is a time for crying, she knows
but now is not the time,
when jealous hearts leave bitter ruins,
the wind changes direction,
what little of the map that was left is lost,
and now two intertwined paths
have been forever uncrossed.
