February 2012
434 posts
2 tags
1 tag
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
3 tags
1 tag
4 tags
2 tags
2 tags
1 tag
3 tags
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
1 tag
3 tags
3 tags
2 tags
3 tags
3 tags
3 tags
1 tag
There's a kid who went to my neighboring high...
harrypottergoon:
I wonder if I were to ever die. What would people say about me? And why would they wait till I was dead to say something. And do they really mean what they’re saying. Because a man’s best party only happens when he dies.
People say the nicest things about you , when you’re dead. I want somebody to tell me those things to my face, not to my coffin.
4 tags
4 tags
1 tag
3 tags
2 tags
1 tag
3 tags
1 tag
1 tag
1 tag
3 tags
1 tag
3 tags
2 tags