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the difference between "gamer girls" and girls who actually play video games
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gamer girl:
omgggg modern warfare 4 lyfeee<3 lolz wait how do you even do this? oh no i think i just died lol cuteee. omgg im sooo sexy cuz i play video games that boyzzz lykee lolll im like the kewlestt gurl evaarrr
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girls who play video games:
GOD DAMN IT MARIO. IS IT THAT FUCKING HARD TO STAY ON RAINBOW ROAD FOR MAYBE TEN SECONDS. OH MY FUCKING GOD PEACH YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU REALLY HAD TO USE THE THUNDER CLOUD AND FUCKING SHRINK ME. REALLY. THIRD. I'M IN THIRD PLACE OH MY GOD YES THANK JESUS LORD ABOVE IN THE HEAVENS. FUCK. NO. I FELL OFF. I SWEAR TO GOD MARIO I'M GOING TO MURDER YOUR ITALIAN PLUMBER MOTHER FUCKING ASS. i hate my life.
“You’re as fake as the moans you make.”
— You Me At Six (via shithappens-we-move-on)
(Source: g0uda)
lol…make up
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Dehydration
When I get going I can’t seem to stop, where is water in this lonely drought?
Day by day, minute by minute with a second in between, I fear they won’t be able to hear me scream.
Water, water, I can’t get enough. If i have a drop I know I’ll drown in the stuff. I know I need it to live, or maybe this water doesn’t have what I need it to give.
That’s the question I have with every well I find, is she dried up or is she benign? Will I be blown away like dust from what she has for me? Or will I drown in a sea of ecstasy?
Struck by Death
Every ant has a goal, to be apart of the whole.
But where is my whole?
I can’t seem to find it.
I fear it’s in a place where her light isn’t shining.
A New Curse, Old Enemies
Chocking on my own breath, I can’t speak. My voice is unheard of, possibly a joke, if i manage to speak it sounds like a croak. Replacing word after word is making sound like a unintelligent nerd, my worst nightmare, has come to pass. My love has left me, she’s home at last. Or the fact may be that my true voice will never be heard, but read. And if I can not speak I might as well be dead. In the future where technology reigns, I’ll be home with her without suicide on the brain. I’m happy weakness is a form of sin, continue to lose and you’ll never win. But winning is irrelevant if you can only see where the end begins.
FUS RO DAH!
