"You get down on me for cutting myself off, but in the end the Slayer is always cut off. There’s no mystical guidebook, no all-knowing council. Human rules don’t apply! There’s only me. I am the law." - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
You’re more punk, hardcore, mod, straightedge, emo, indie than me. Your hair is cooler, your pants are tighter, you have more tattoos. You have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. You have more black clothes than me. I don’t even own a denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than mine, the plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands and your black jelly bracelets are the envy of scenesters everywhere. Your photography is blacker and whiter, your profile is wittier, and you have much better cds. Your tie is whiter, or redder, or blacker. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as we all know, that’s what really matters. In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win and I lose. –taken from: http://www.xanga.com/profile.aspx?user=ShadyzGrrl46 without permission. I just think it’s lovely. =D
i’m so sad right now that i want to get high. and i mean: HIGH.
no. this is not an excuse to smoke stuff but i need to be truly happy.. well, okay, weed won’t make me truly happy but i’m told that it gives you the rush without having to vomit unlike liquor.
i just visited a site and, and, and… oh, f*ck. okay, i’m just really sad. whatever. i need to get HIGH.
