about me

-My name is Amy, first of all. 

-I rather have my name as Alice or Alexandra or something. I think my name is very plain and sucks balls. 

-I’m fourteen years old, wow!!

-I live in Canada and my bacon isn’t fucking ham.

-I will never give out my last name. Oops?

-I get jealous pretty easily, which kind of does really suck.

-I’m bisexual, like, hey there vaginas!! I like you too!!

-I don’t post my face much, if you want it just ask. I’m like a 6 on 10 so ask at your own risks.

-Some of you may known me as Diamond [blank] from Quotev but she’s dead now. I murdered her. 

-I have an ex-girlfriend who is well- next fact please-

-Oh yeah! I have a hopeless crush on a douche bag! Yeah, it’s like, woo, let’s care about some person on quotev more than a girl who loves you more than herself, yay!!!

-Okay, let’s be serious. Yeah, I like a guy. I mean, like a lot. But hey, whatever man.

-I have two best friends I can trust with my life- Syreena and Rachel. ♥

-I love role-playing, but if I don’t get Niall or Liam I just won’t. I mean.

-I really like punk/pop-rock music but Bruno Mars, Taylor Swift and One Direction are some exceptions I have. Maybe, like Rihanna too but that’s it.

-I wanna get out of this stupid town and move to Belfast, Northern Ireland.

-I read a book a week, when you know my depressed side doesn’t take over me.

-Um, I like people but they don’t like me so I pretend to hate them so um hi.

not what you said last night.

I just love seeing how much you hate me, bitch.

WOW YOU STILL HAVE FEELINGS???1!!?4)

My ass.

so I gave away this little electric guitar to my three year old cousin and my aunt posted a video of him jamming out with it and honestly that just made me so happy.

remember to never read such good smut this late at night.

hemmogucci:

READ BEFORE LISTENING

DONT PRESS PLAY yet….
wear headphones WHEN it’s time to play for best results

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“Welcome back.” You greet your boyfriend in the middle of the airport.
“5 months was too long for me.” He smiles back and kisses your lips softly. It was good to have him back.

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"What the fuck are you talking about?" You yell from the washroom.
“I’m fucking late! The show is in 1 hour and I was supposed to be there!” His heavy footsteps pacing the floor.
“Mike calm down I’m almost ready, and why are you pacing the floor?” You say as you look in the mirror fixing your mascara.
“That’s not the fucking problem Y/N. I told you I couldn’t be late.” His echoing footsteps stopped. The red and black hair stared back at your from behind.
“Well I told you I had the late shift today. At least be proud I took 30 minutes to get ready.” You smiled trying to lighten the mood. Michael thought otherwise, “I don’t really give a fuck. I told you what I needed and I just want to leave.”
“Why are you so fucking rude?” You brush past him packing your makeup in your bag.
“Maybe I’m still pissed off about this morning.” His voice was following every step you took.
“I thought you said that we were over that.” You take a deep breath preparing for the worst.
“You were over it. I’m not. You only fucking care about yourself.” He scoffs. His harsh words hurt you.
“What are you doing?” He sighs rolling his eyes while you pull out your phone.
“I’m calling Y/BestFriends/N.”
“Why are you doing that?!”
“I’m asking if she can pick me up because you’re so late.” You try to hold in your tears. Michael has never talked to you like that before and his words hurt you.

Right before you press send your phone is taken out of your hands.
“Michael give me my phone you prick!”
“No you’re coming with me.”
“MICHAEL. GIVE MY MY FUCKING PHONE.”
“WHY DO YOU NEED IT?” He held my phone over his head.
“I TOLD YOU. I DON’T WANT TO GO WITH YOU!” The more Michael opened his mouth the more I wanted to scream. “LEAVE NOW. I’m breaking up with you.”
“Wha-what?” The wrinkles on his face were gone and his hands were by his side. You quickly took your phone back.
“You saw it coming Michael. We fought ever day since you came back, and every other week when you’re not here. I don’t even know how we get so mad.”
“Baby you’re just angry right now, Y/N… I lo-” Michael walked closer trying to wrap his arms around you.
“No Mike. You heard me. Leave.” You cleared the lump in your throat as more tears fell. You both stood there in silence looking at each other.
“Fine, if you don’t I will.” You quickly grabbed your bag and walked out the door.

-

The music was loud. You still didn’t know what happened a couple hours ago. The concert was practically over but you wanted to see your best friends preform for the first time in 5 months.
“I’m sorry I’m not feeling well tonight, but I wanted to be here because I love you guys and you’re always here when I need you.” The crowd of screaming fans roared. “So I wrote this song back in LA, it’s about a girl and guy fighting. And it isn’t the first one. I had a huge thought behind this song but now I’m thinking otherwise maybe something about the you fighting for your partner no matter what. I don’t know if my baby girl is here, but if she is, this ones for you. I love you so much.”

Press play now.
(if you didn’t press play lol)

funny thing is whenever I end up liking one of my guy friends they would never see me as their girlfriend but just as friends even when were both flirting

now I remember why I love this boy.
because he makes it hard to breathe.

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If I known how to save a life..

"what’s so good about picking up the pieces?"