March 2010
Another "Totally..."
Got accepted to NYC Tech! :D
Totally...
got accepted to BCC (Bronx Community College).
Word?
General Name: Peter. Age: 17. Sex: Bro. Location: Harlem dog. Appearance Eye colour: Dark brown. Hair colour: Black. Piercings: None. Drink/Smoke: Yes/Yes. Height: 5’6. Nationality: Hispanic/French/Swedish/Hatian. Randoms Reason for Tumblr URL: I like it. Favourite food: Mac and Cheese dawg. Favourite drink: Crush, Coke, RED BULL, Beer
Favourite Tumblrs: yours!
Totally...
I had an amazing day. totally mixed beer with red bull. Tastes shitty but I like the taste for some reason.
Beca Crushes Souls
becaluvsgreen:
youreversoinviting:
Many gods and Sacrifice
Mutual with my photographer
Monster under refrigerator lights
Mutual with my photographer
Was never a cartographer
Likes to smack and slap the bass
Will punch you in the fucking face
Next to her, your a disgrace
Oh hey look its Beca!
Happy? I posted a song about you. Now you can reblog it. :3
Yay it’s a song about me...
Just...
Kiss me, make me yours, and lets party.
I HAVE A HUGE URGE...
To skate tomorrow.
I am in love...
axekickseanx:
with Peter Duvoll. A Wonderful man!
Thanks <333!
Had an amazing day.
Blah Blah school
Blah Blah chillage with Naomi (<3) + Hector (:D) + Naomi’s friend ( ‘_’ ?)
Blah Blah pizza
Blah Blah train ride
Blah Blah me playing bioshock 2
The highlight of the day? Me and Hector clapping while a homeless guy sings. I gave him 50 cent for his trouble.
TIME TO VENT MY STRESS.
So I’m totally at a standstill. The day I decide I should remain single, I meet someone fun AMAZING. Fate? No, this happened before.
I’m doubting myself more and more though. I can’t live up to the expectations of being that one person…but hey I was once someone’s before, I can do it again sooner or later…right?
Two Drink Minimum
Finishing up the first bottle of Vodka I get a little more relaxed than before. I start loosening up and me and Melz start hooking up again. I stop her when I hear a footstep outside. I don’t know how I heard it, but drinking somehow enhances my senses.
I push her off me to the side and try and grab the shotgun on the table and I miss. “Fuck it, I don’t NEED a gun.” I can...