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Not immediatly begin bf/gf. I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl’s parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you’ve been da
ting for months, not hookup with a guy tu meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give tu his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just por wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where amor actually made sense

I am soo fucking irritated with my mother. I amor her but I swear, she pisses me off. Sending my brother MY cama instead of shipping it to me, promising to send him some sheets, promising to help him out, but not me. Than swears like she misses me and wants to skype. Maybe mother, tu should pick up the goddamn phone. Maybe tu should actually talk to me, but you’re too damn busy with your husband, and too busy worrying over my brother. He’s 21, he can handle himself. How about helping your 19 año old daughter, that tu claim to be sooo worried about. Whatever. In the end, it’ll only be my husband and I that got us our stuff, with no one’s damn help. And I’ll be damn proud. How retarded must someone be??? The person I’m talking about was told several times, to fuck off and get out of our life, especially my boyfriends life, and she writes him a letter to ask for help regarding a visual software?! Bitch, saying that tu know tu should not talk to him is not an excuse to hold up, when tu still do it! Right now I’m pissed and I almost wrote her a letter in the name of my boyfriend…

Almost. I’m not the person to do things like this behind his back, but I’ll write this retarded waste of air and el espacio a note, cause as it seems she really has mental issues, if she is not capable to understand such an easy thing as Fuck Off.

OR

The other version is, that this is her way to try to get back into our life, stating she just wants help with a software and some tips from a pro. Google, motherfucker, ever heard of it? no dad tu are not fucking entitled to a female

women are not slaves, and if tu can’t see why they hate tu then tu need to realize the things tu say.

Quite frankly I’m disappointed that glee is trying to replace the old characters. por this I mean, bringing in the new “Rachel”, “Quinn”, “Santana”, “Puck”, “Mercedes”, “Finn” and “Mike”. We haven’t seen most of these being replaced yet, but what if they are. And honestly, it’s dumb of the writers to find “replacements” instead of creating new characters and coming up with storylines for them. o why not instead just focus on the characters we have already and explore their storylines instead? I hate when girls know they’re attractive and let it get to their heads and get this sense of entitlement ad belief they can try belittle; look down on everyone and because they’re pretty, get away with it. You’re just a bunch of self obsessed, vain, pathetic, vile little whores and you’ll be nothing but a trophy one night stand until tu find someone who’s as poisonous as tu are.

Kill yourselves. That awesome moment when your brother almost cracks your skull open on the cocina floor -___- seriously. Sometimes I wonder about this kid. I hate the way teenage boys sound. THEY ALL SOUND THE SAME.

It annoys me so much. Like, I KNOW, puberty and all but holy crap.

Just, whatever tu consider your “inside voice”, notch it down por 10 levels. my sister isds ficking watchujig victorious for like the fifyth time and its pissing me off so much because its the fifth time shes watched this episoede and its so fucking annoying and shes not evn allowed to watch victprious and im grounded for the weekend for something i did not even come close to doing fuck tu family.

I just dont know what i am doing anymore. I know i should be happy. There is nothing in my life that should make me unhappy yet i feel like I am sinking deeper and deeper into sadness. It used to just last for a día o two and then that was it but now i dont. it just seems to last forever. i know that i should just stay positive o whatever and things will change but how long do i have to wait for that to happen. i dont know how much longer i can last like this.
posted by hetaliaitaly
Have tu ever just stood there looking into el espacio wondering why its not tu who has the pretty face people say your ugly and just dont belong but they cant tell tu who to do be your face is not right o wrong your pretty in your own way its not them who makes your día be happy for who tu are your pretty within your corazón and soul tu have happy self control tu only get once chance at life tu happiness has no price stay the way tu are no body can tell tu who to be.

(hello people i am más happy now ok so i did another poem and it was actualy happy this time)
When we left of:
Taylor:MOM!Mom?Where is she?*walks downstairs*Mom?
*Hears door shut*MOM!!*Runs in basement*MOM!!!*Sees mom with blood running down head*MOM!!!911!!!!
Now:
Police man:Taylor!Calm down!
Taylor:How can I?When mom dies and Charm and Amber,
CHARM AND AMBER!*Runs to bedrooms*Charm!!*picks up*
Amber!*Picks up*
Amber:Taylor?TAYLOR!WHERE IS MOMMY?
Taylor:Shh!Come with me!!!
Taylor's POV:
Later I supposed that Dad was the Killer,but I had no prove,He always dicho he would "GET"mom,but when he did I was 4,so I didn't know what he meant.
Nobody's POV:
Police Woman:*Walks in*Taylor...Jonesmen?
Taylor:That's...
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