I spend a ridiculous amount of time worrying that I seem creepy.
Savannah. Sav. Cab Sav. Scar-vannah. Meadow. Your average 16-year-old delinquent trying to be something and failing dismally.
I blog about music, food, pretty people and all of the places I'm not in.
Probably going to get arrested for public indecency before the age of 25.
I'm exceptionally talented at quitting things when I've barely started them, then regretting it later.
I'm loud and obnoxious and most of the time I don't particularly know what to do with myself so I just flail my limbs around or scrunch up my face or something equally ridiculous and hope nobody thinks I'm completely insane.
If I had my way, I'd be anywhere but here.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
Sometimes I make noise and pretend it's a tune. Sometimes I make that noise into videos. Triple J Unearthed About
Ask me anything
yeah, tonight was good. i look like i’m blowing chunks into a cup (wink wink, nudge nudge).
but now i’m home again and just feeling pretty tragic.
why can’t i be like 2 years older then nothing would seem weirrrrrd
shizzle, i am so screwed
(Source: theconductorisbeckoning, via emsalee-industries)
George: Now you watch Jersey Shore, a little bit.
Tom: I’ve got roped in by my lovely Missus.
George: Are you loving it?
Tom: Well, it’s pretty addictive, man! I watched it for about ten minutes going, “This is not tv.” and an hour later, I’m just staring at the screen.
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(Source: angpogikonaman, via eveningflares-deactivated201201)






