Dear person this Tumblr blog belongs to,

You probably should log off of your Tumblr before leaving this seat in the first floor library computer section. I’m not saying that to be mean or snarky, but just as a general warning. I could be a creep, reblogging a bunch of nudes on your blog to be evil. Or I could be mean and reblog Nicholas Cage pictures for hours, making you the biggest Nic Cage fan the world’s seen. Or, probably the only fan, if we’re being honest. (By the way, did you notice this desktop’s background was all Cage pictures? I promise I didn’t do that. I’m not that savvy.)

But I’m neither of those things. I am human, though, and resisting temptation is something I’ve not yet grasped. Self control isn’t woven in these bones, which is why there are never any donuts leftover when someone brings in a box, or why my Amazon shopping cart is usually full.

One thing I did gather from your blog is that you seem sad. There’s no reason for that! So here’s a picture of a puppy that’s happy to see you. See how happy he is? He’s cute too! Hopefully you smiled and that brightened your day.

Try to log out next time,

Your new Tumblr friend, V.

Oh, and P.S. - the people you follow also seem very sad. They deserve puppies too. But unfortunately, puppies can’t be everywhere. I hope you love your new tracked tag. :)

(via lets-writhe)

sunday night at the gallery cabaret

Hidin behind a pitcher as my face fades

someones talkin to me but i’m far, far away

spacin out at the gallery cabaret

this is how its supposed to be

no one else is gonna talk to me

and if they do ask me whats wrong

i’ll say “i’m not me but here’s my song”

singers pourin more for the girls they adore

someones buyin me drinks i wonder what she thinks

i got stuff that i wanna say

but i feel like my mouth is a mile away

sit and stare at the happy pairs

prodigal princes actin unaware

every thing in its proper place

i’m the only checker here without a space

made up girls in their summer dresses

ugly boys in them denim vests

mascara queens with eye shadow sockets

hot rod kings with their hands in their pockets

singers pourin more for the girls they adore

someones buyin me drinks i wonder what she thinks

they will not fire you. do two math assignments. start writing your paper. stop drinking. you. are. fine.

who are you and why do i like you so much?

(via the-absolute-funniest-posts)

 long drives, cigarettes, sacrifice, deadbeats

http://www.last.fm/music/Shiloh/Mrs. last.fm and amazon and itunes. thats exciting

music theory homework and a quiz next week. i had the strangest fucking dream last night.

i got a condom in my pocket

another at home

got two exes on the motherfucking phone

i’m drinking. trying to get laid.

minnesota in the evening

nothingsevergonnafeelasgoodasyouagain

find all the songs you need to find. you know what they are.

these are all old. just like i willbe one day

This song wasn’t for you but it might as well be.