It has gotten to the point that I steal random family members’ socks off the washing line as a way of getting by.
What has my life become?
It has gotten to the point that I steal random family members’ socks off the washing line as a way of getting by.
What has my life become?
This is a song that’s not really about nightblogging. This is my first time uploading my own audio, so this might end up being a terrible idea, who knows ;;;
Its 2 am but im barely sleepin
Just addin to a blog that no one believes in
Is this my fate? I’m always sobbing
Because I’m up late, yeah I’m still nightblogging
No all my ships, they don’t have a chance
My OTP won’t come close to romance
It’s not my fault, all the writers are plotting
All the characters die and I’m still nightblogging
What am I supposed to do when my only relief is Doctor Who, and
What can I do but cry, when the Winchesters, they always die now
I’m falling to pieces; I’m falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
Who the fuck made that up where is our third season?
My life’s going downhill and there’s no sign of stopping
Schoolwork on the floor and I’m still nightblogging
What am I gonna do
When Hussie makes me so confused
What am I supposed to say
When John Green made me cry with two ‘okays’
I’m falling to pieces, yeah, I’m falling to pieces
Oh, The Avengers, and Korra and Sherlock and Glee
Everyone here watches too much TV
Now I’m tryina make sense why I can’t ever leave
Because Tumblr’s a place that we can escape to
It’s 2 AM but I’m barely sleepin’
Just addin’ to a blog that no one believes in
What am I supposed do when my only relief is Doctor Who
What can I do but cry, when the Winchesters, they ALWAYS DIE, now
I’m falling to pieces, I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to (It’s 2 AM and I’m having a breakdown)
I’m falling to (I don’t know what my life has become now)
Oh, I’ll still be bloggin’ yeah
I’m still nightblogging, yeah
Oh, I’ll still be bloggin’, yeah
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, EVERYONE LISTEN
ANGELIC VOICES I CAN’T
This is going to get a lot of notes. I can feel it.
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL.
But.
ALL THE AWARDS.
Perfection
I Was Going to Reblog That Post Until I Saw Who Wrote It, The Musical.
I Wish Someone Else Would Make That Point Because Oh My God I Loathe You: The Memoir
I Too Hate This Thing You Hate But Let’s Face It I Hate You More: A Tragicomedy In Three Acts
Omfg so if Mary had baby Jesus, and baby Jesus was the Lamb of God…
did Mary have a little lamb?you broke the world
I flip wildly between tagging posts really literally:
‘horse’ ‘school’ ‘England’
And having entire sentences that no one would ever search in the tags box because I don’t even know why
‘ahmafrickingdsafjhkdsajkhgrejhgrelgreljk BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH’
today a guy confirmed that at boy sleepovers they do in fact talk about girls and who they like a good majority of the time i just thought this would be useful information
Why does this have so many notes? What did you think we do at sleepovers? Meth? Animal sacrifice?Well thats what girls do
you can’t forget about the satanic rituals
we girls love us some satan
Satan and ice cream
Not to mention summoning vengeful spirits in the bathroom mirror
*asexuality goes running off for a bit*
I’d like to do something to him over and over
my ears just had an orgasm