For fuck’s sake. I’m sick of having to correct everyone’s grammar mistakes.
Does anybody in this world actually know how to correctly use an apostrophe?
FFS.
It’s two main uses are:
- When shortening two words into one. For example: you are -> you’re, it is -> it’s, & so on, so forth.
- Something belonging to someone. For example: That laptop is Katrina’s. Bob’s hair is falling out. Etc, etc.
Is it really that fucking hard?
ADD TO THAT.
Is it that much of a fucking problem for some people to write full words?
I’m sick of reading: ur, u, dat, dey, b, c u l8r. :|
I hate it.
Love from your angry grammar snob.
THE END.
I like this song a fair bit.
I freaking LOVE this song.
You Got The Dirtee Love - Dizzee Rascal & Florence.
Cancun, Mexico.
Your favorite band isn’t your favorite just because of the music. Yes, that has a huge part, but it’s also their personalities. It’s that finding out they’re not coming to your city ruins your week. If you’ve seen them live, you can name all the dates by heart. It’s the fact that their videos can make you smile with tears streaming down you face. You can make fun of them like you would with your best friend. You do things, such as mowing the lawn, just to buy a show ticket, a CD, a shirt, a DVD. You fall in love with their personalities. You cry because you’re so proud of them. You defend them with your life. For some people, they’ve saved their lives. You love their crew as you love the bad. They’re the reason why you know some of your best friends.
(via swallowyourpride, madisonmckay)
This is the way it is with me and blink-182. (:
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day twenty; the one that broke your heart the hardest.
:(
Matt.
I’m writing this one to you & I think you should know why.
You left. Without even a proper goodbye. I know it wasn’t your fault, but finding out that I had lost you forever was the most heartbreaking thing I have ever experienced. I miss you daily. Nearly everything reminds me of you. As much as I want to hate you for not being here, I know I can’t. That would just be wrong. I really do wish you were still here. Everyday I think about what my life would be like if you were still here. Would we still be together? Would you have changed into someone you’re not? Would I not be the person I am today?
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore…
It’s getting harder everyday, & even though I’m trying to hide it, I’m slowly dying without you.
Love always,
Katrina.
my new tumblr change.
So, I’ve decided,
I’m pretty much going to have my Tumblr covered in my letters & Jessica Szohr from now on. :)
The end.
:D
Hahaha, editing…
Add to that, photos of places I’d like to visit sometime within the next 85 years.
<3
day nineteen; someone that pesters your mind.
Dear _____,
I don’t know whether to say if you pester my mind in a good or bad way. You could say both.
I know I’m not supposed to think of you in any way whatsoever, but I can’t help it.
I wish you were mine. :(
And as much as I hate to say it, I believed you when you said you didn’t like her. And that made me fairly happy.
You are perfect. Others may not think so, but to me, you are.
I can’t even talk to you now, because I feel so bad.
But, oh well.
I don’t think you’ll be leaving my mind anytime soon.
Katrina.
