Jan Karell Villar I bl0g dawg. I write. I sing. Sierra Vista Varsity Golf. Sierra Vista JV Basketball. i'm a poet.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
PEPSI WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU ARE NOT A LAMP, PEPSI, YOU ARE A SOFT DRINK. COME ON, PEPSI. THIS IS WHY COKE IS BETTER
DONT LISTEN TO HIM PEPSI. YOU HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE A LAMP. IF YOU WANT TO SHINE PEOPLES ROOMS WITH YOUR PEPSI GOODNESS PLEASE GO AND PURSUE THAT DREAM. DON’T LET ANYONE STOP YOU!
DON’T WORRY PEPSI, BE ANYONE YOU WANT TO BE. IT’S YOUR DESTINY TO BE A LAMP. YOU SHOULD NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ANYONE ELSE CRITICIZING YOU, BE A LAMP. BE A LAMP PEPSI, BE A LAMP.
PEPSI, YOU’RE JUST AS GOOD A LAMP AS THEY ARE!
I LOVE TUMBLR
TUMBLR YOU ARE NOT 4CHAN STOP THINKING YOU ARE FUNNY TUMBLR. IT’S YOUR DESTINY TO STAY UN-FUNNY. 4CHAN IS GOD.
4 hits.
Jealousy is what splits us apart.
But what really happens when you break my heart?
I won’t have anything left for me.
Just me and my jealousy.
A poem about absolute shit.
Hear my heart beat. It screams your name.
Not screaming for joy, but bloodcurdling fear.
The fear that’s caused by the love too quick.
The love not ready for the hunger of you.
The hunger of you that asks too much.
Expects too much, and wishes for too much.
A hunger of mythical levels, of a vampire’s for blood.
Except that I do not have the ability to handle what i get.
Never have i been so overwhelmed about the sorts of you.
Never been struck so hard by you know who.
Never been so heartbroken by something so simple.
Never has something touched my heart so harshly.
I want to end it, but i fear my own self.
Selfish as it seems i can’t find any help.
Because i don’t understand it, nor do i have solutions.
For what i feel, and what i need to.
My love for you is infinite, and that i really greatly fear.
Since breaking of hearts seems inevitable, and hurtful, a great deal.
But I fear if i let it go on, it’ll shatter my every being.
Because i’m already half dead with all the shit i’m seeing.
All’s fair in love and war, so i guess it’s acceptable for me to retreat.
Let my heart rest, and take a seat.
Call me cowardly, but don’t be so cavalier of my feelings.
It’s obvious your deeper appreciation of someone else.
If i had to try to win you over someone else. Then you’re not worth winning at all.
You’ll be happier without me anyway, so go ahead, have a fucking ball.
Mmmm, skrillex anyone?
>I BET YOU FEEL “TORN APART” TOO.
sad piece of plastic stuck on thornwire is sad.
Sunsetjupiter.tumblr.com!
i love you babe!
I FUCKING HATE TODAY.
i really do. i’m done joking around.
serious fucking ly. no more jokes. i don’t even care. im not gonna play around anymore, it just creates problems for me. and people just can’t handle it. i’m sorry to everyone who ever had to deal with my shit.
if you can’t accept me for who i am guys, then guess what, i’ll change myself for you.
say cheese.
relationships built around the camera.
fine tuned and perfected through photoshop to damage us.
to make us jealous with their cute kisses and cutesy ways.
but it all turns ugly anyway when the flash fades.
it seems as though relationships are built around the hopes of impressing.
to make themselves look highly , but what purpose is this serving?
if you love each other, you don’t have to edit the real info.
real love beats camera love anyday and in any way.
