June 1
LOL
My Tumblarity is 3.

(infinitybegins:)
I saw this and thought it said “Let’s find some beautiful place to get laid.”
Even though it doesn’t, I still think we should do that. ;D
So, I was up at 4am last night being all sad and mopey for no real reason, and Tori sent me this to make me feel better.
It did. :3
(via fuckyeahskinnybitch)
I’d really like to be this carefree, please.
I really love playing music so loud that I can’t even hear myself breathe-though if I could, I would hear my lungs working in time with the beat.
The only thing thing I’m able to feel is the bass line drumming into my soul; the chords entering through my ears, traveling down my throat and winding around my spine; forcing my body to move.
Swaying, bopping, twisting, jumping, dancing.
Falling into the song and becoming one with the melody.
“Music’s the only thing that makes sense anymore, man.”
I haven’t written anything in days.
I haven’t done anything in days.
(Oh, well, I did get my tattoo, but that was the highlight.)
I suppose I’m in one of those funks where it seems like your life has stopped. This always tends to happen to me around big events (such as my birthday).
It feels like time slows down to an inconceivable crawl in the period before the event; I always expect my life to sort of start over afterwards too. As if it were like hitting the “refresh” button.
I don’t know what I’m saying.
I guess I just felt obligated to post something.