(Source: overdosage)
Found on - LINK
YOU’RE SO FUCKING SLOW
AND FAT, WHAT DO YOU WEIGH
HA-HA-HA
YOU CAN’T FUCKING SING
I’LL START A FUCKING FIGHT
GET OUT MY WAY YOU FUCKING HO
I’M DRIVING HERE TONIGHT
JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY
OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE
OVER BODIES EVERY DAY (HEY)
JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL
BITCH WHAT DID I SAY
RUN THAT ASS CUZ YOU CAN’T HIDE
FROM MY MOTHERFUCKING SLEIGH
HEY
…guess I know what carol I’m singing for my December wave.
(Source: sparklebuns)
Numb And Checking Out
Well I’ve reached that point, again. That dead inside feeling has overcome me. I, again, have managed to not feel guilty about the people I’ve hurt nor am I upset with the people who have hurt me. I just do not care. I have no desire to be emotionally intimate with anyone at all. I feel melancholy. It’s not a pleasant feeling, but it’s welcome.
(Source: emaciatedghost)
(Source: youjustinspiredme)
(Source: leilockheart)
