January 2010
65 posts
I opened my tumblr one year ago exactly, he’s still a babyy
December 2009
61 posts
Byebye worst year of my life :D
The Five Stages of Lady Gaga
jours:
robotlauren:
shortskirtlongjacket:
missworld:
kayfabe:
discodazzler:saafz:
Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Let Gaga Be Great
1. Denial- This isn’t happening. She’s not real. “Just Dance” has to be a forgery. She has to be sampling. Oh, I know, this is a cover. No? It’s all her? She writes her own songs? Plays the piano? Actually sings? I refuse to believe this. Believing...
The winner takes it all…
yeah love you too… yeah.. merry christmas to you too :(
2010 Resolution #1:Get my own place
swanamongducks:
A bit too far-fetched but one can dream and the more I focus on my objective, who knows, I might just get it .
moder te invito como el… 4 de enero, acapulco en la alameda hahahaha como ves? unos dias lejos de todo
Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away. This...
– lalalaaaa (8)
Tracking Santa Claus? →
así que no te asustes si te secuestra un gordo barbón vestido de rojo…
it’s not christmas without you babe…
I love him *.*
25 deaths!!!! ooooh yeeeeeees!!!
O SHIT THIS IS AWESOME. →
(via sacagawea)
fuuuuuck, it is!
I'M STILL AWAKE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
sacagawea:
I was supppposed to go to bed early, cause my holidays are boring like that damnit.
U NO WAT. I’m gonna do quick drawings of some of my followers, who’s in WHO’S IN?
im in :)
i’m never gonna be his only one :(
I confess that in 2009, I have....
tiresome:
hannahbby:lottieeeee:uppereastside:monicagellerb:fastlive:itsashley:infinitebutterflies: thelovelybones:heythereace:blogspotoriginal:-dannx:thechocolatebrigade:
( ) stayed single for the whole year (x) made out in/on a car ( ) kissed in the snow (x) celebrated Halloween ( ) kissed in the rain (x) had your heart broken (x) broke someone else’s heart (x) had a stalker (x) went over...
TE INVITO A FISHER’S !
Gracias por hacerme la niña mas pinche feliz :D
:( mierda! yo nunca la cagoooo :(
Y q no sabes q no duermo por pensar en regresar y nunca… nunca volverte a...