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05. julij 2017
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hellow
to je zgodbica, kot že piše v naslovu
prologa nima ker se mi ni dalo pisat ampak po moje že naslov sam razloži dosti
provala bom objavljat enkrat tedensko ali več
če pa nebom vsak teden to pomeni da 1) sem zaposlena ali 2) da nimam idej ali motivacije
naslovnica:

no pa pišite mnenja ker me zanima vaša kritika ali pohvale

CHAPTER I
''Vlak za v London bo tu ob 11:05'' se je oglasil nizki možki glas skozi zvočnik nekaj metrov od mene. Pogledal sem na uro nad mano, 10:56. Še nekaj minut. Naslonil sem se na steber ter prisluhnil glasovom železniške postaje. Lahko sem slišal prepevanje ptic ki so sedele na žicah ter šumu avtov nekje v daljavi. Pozabil sem na čas ko me je zmotil vlak na katerega sem čakal. Cigareto na katero sem pozabil da jo imam v roki sem vrgel na tla in jo pohodil. Pobral sem svojo potovalno torbo ter vstopil na vlak. Pogledal sem na levo stran in nobenega ni bilo tam. Bil sem presenečen ampak sem se usedel na moj sedež. Potovalno torbo sem hotel odložiti na dva sedeža pred mano ko sem opazil knjigo. Umaknil sem jo da bi lahko odložil potovalko. Ko sem pogledal od bližje sem opazil da je to dnevnik. Na njem je pisalo Ashley. Predvideval sem da je njeno. Odprl sem ga in na prvi strani je bil prvi vnos. Mikalo me je da bi ga prodal ampak hkrati nisem hotel kar tako vdreti nekomu v zasebnost, zato sem ga odložil na sedež poleg mene in rajši poslušal glasbo. Moja najljubša pesem je začela igrat. Celih 4 minut in 18 sekund sem strmel v ime Ashley napisano z temno modrim pisalom. Pisava se je zdela tako lepa in mirna. Vedno večji del mene je pravil naj odprem in preberem ampak drugi del me je preprečeval da ne. In sem, odprl sem dnevnik, ko se je vlak ustavil na moji postaji.

Izstopil sem iz vlaka z nahrbtnikom na eni rami in potovalko v levi roki. Dnevnik je bil varno v mojem nahrbtniku. Čutil sem neko potrebo ga varovati, čeprav nisem vedel kdo je Ashley ali od kod ali česarkoli. Zdaj sem pa še samo moral priti do avtobusne postaje da bi bil končno doma. Do postaje sem hodil okoli 3 minute. Ko sem prispel je na klopci sedelo neko dekle. Držala je zaprt dežnik in ko me je opazila se mi je nasmehnila. Vrnil sem ji nasmeh. Usedel sem se na drugi konec klopce ter počakal da je avtobus prispel. Čakati bi moral še 9 minut zato sem prižgal cigareto. Z dekletom nisva izmenjala niti besede. Samo tišina je bila med nama. Ko je avtobus končno prispel sem vstopil, vozniku plačal 5€ in se usedel čim bolj zadaj kot sem lahko. Na avtobusu sta bila samo neka stara gospa in moški malo starejši od mene. Za mano je vstopilo dekle iz postaje, usedla se je ob okno in si dala slušalke v ušesa. Tudi sam sem naredil enako. Ona je izstopila že na naslednji postaji jaz pa sem moral čakati še 2 postaji naprej. Čas je tekel tako počasi, samo hotel sem priti domov in zaspati za nekaj ur. Zadnjih 5 dni sem komaj kaj spal. Trdi kavč moje sestre je pripomogel k temu. Poročila se je z njenim -zdaj možem- Jakom. Z njim je hodila 2 leti, zaročena sta bila 4 mesece. Ona je moja starejša sestra in odkar sva izgubila mamo, je bila ona kot moja nadomestna mama. Bil sem 10 ona pa 15. Njeno ime je Katherine, ampak jo vsi kličemo Kate.

V svojem žepu sem iskal ključe, da bi odklenil vhodna vrata v stanovanje 17. Ko sem jih našel sem vstopil in svoj nahrbtnik odložil na tla poleg potovalke. Plašč sem obesil na obešalnik ter se dobesedno sesul na kavč. Kar zaspal sem.

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06. julij 2017
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''I'm the biggest twenty one pilots fan there is. I go to every show, I stay at the venue till the bus leaves every night, I attend every shoundcheck and I go to every meet and greet''
19. julij 2017
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Jingle Bells
We all go to hell
I love Mikey Way
MCR Died
And we all cried
And Frank and Gee are gay
~lovely poem by someone on youtube
23. julij 2017
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6.6.2017 - happiest I have ever been♥

#otožnižurerji
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And tell me why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?
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Jingle Bells
We all go to hell
I love Mikey Way
MCR Died
And we all cried
And Frank and Gee are gay
~lovely poem by someone on youtube
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Ana- husband, ilysm❤ cele dneve se pogovarjama, pa nič koristnega. že ko sma se spoznale sma ugotovile da nimama življenja. I lov you more than I lov Dodie ❤❤ (so cheesy omg i can't).
ur wifu ❤
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so long and goodnight xx
23. julij 2017
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Child: Mom can you can tell me a bedtime story?
Me: I've been waiting for this moment... it was the summer of 2001. Joe meets Patrick and he's like...

YO
28. julij 2017
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make up is fucking great for a guy, because it makes a guy look beautiful, which alot of times, a guy is not beautiful and I wanna change that. I wanna make sure that everyone thinks that guys are beautiful.
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01. avgust 2017
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6.6.2017 ♥
A♥


You have to get lost before you find yourself

I would rather die of passion than boredom
~Van Gogh

You only hear the music when your heart begins to break

Kurt Cobain didn’t die to become a cute tank top at Urban Outfitters.

Whenever I want to die, I go for a walk and get naked on the sidewalk. Always lifts my spirits.

quit your job we're starting and emo band



so long and goodnight xx
14. avgust 2017
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6.6.2017 ♥
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I will respect your opinion as long as it doesn't disrespect anyone else's existence
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what about all the broken happy ever afters?
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we will never be, never be anything but loud
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there will be a day when you say you're okay and mean it
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wanna help my worlds collide?
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one page of the Bible isn't worth a life
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you only hear the music when your heart begins to break
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Kurt Cobain didn’t die to become a cute tank top at Urban Outfitters.
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quit your job we're starting and emo band



so long and goodnight xx
22. avgust 2017
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This band has done so many amazing things. They made the miserable smile, they made the angry laugh, they made the hopeless follow their dreams. So why am I crying so much?
23. avgust 2017
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thanks for letting me sleep on your floor
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I hate my weaknesses
They made me who I am
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Gerard- Where is he, where's Mikey?
Operator- calm down honey it will be okay.
Gerard- Where is he? Where is my baby brother?
Operator- it will be okay I promise it will be okay. I need to tell you something... Mikey
Gerard- Will he be okay? Mikey! Where is Mikey??
Operator- he killed himself
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A consequence of feminism merging with pop culture is that it’s becoming commodified. Teens are buying feminist etsy patches and are putting ‘intersectionality’ into their twitter bios, but are failing to engage or critically think about how the sexism woc face is often racialised (i. e i n t e r s e c t i o n a l i t y) I mean i’m all for visual representations of your feminist praxis, but f e m i n i s m is much more than some cool quirky watered down tumblr aesthetic
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paramore:





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05. september 2017
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06. september 2017
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When I was a toddler
My father brought me to the city
See the margin

He said, "Son, when you are great."
You will be a broken savior
Nipples die
He said, "Will you overcome them?"
Demons and all non-believers
Your production plan "
"Because I'll leave you one day
Those who fly your guy
If you want to join the black parade "

When I was a toddler
My father brought me to the city
See the margin
He said, "Son, when you are great."
You will be a broken savior
Nipples die

Sometimes I feel it
Second, I think we should go
With all this up and down the body is on the move
If you go, let us all know

We will continue
We will continue
Even if you die, disappear, believe me
Your memory will continue
We will continue
I can not be in my heart
The hermit will not explain

The world of ten dreams
Pain and hatred kill us all
Turn the black and take it back
We held our ground
We finally heard the phone

continuing
We will continue
Even if you die, disappear, believe me
Your memory will continue
We will continue
Though you were losers
Your tired widow

We are still worried
Oh oh oh oh
Disappointed colleagues
Oh oh oh oh
Look why he does not even care

If you die, you will never make my thing
Because people will never be sure
To try, you will never break me
We want everything, we want to play this piece
I will not explain or say, I'm sorry
I do not understand that I'll give you a scar
Feel all broken passion
Listen, we are these people
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
Only a boy who had to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I
No
To worry!

We will continue
We will continue
Even if you die, disappear, believe me
Your memory will continue
You will go on
Though you were losers
But your tragic widow must go on

If you die, you will never make my thing
Because people will never be sure
To try it, it will never break me
We want what we want to play this song (we will continue)

You will die, I will never go (we will continue)
Because the world will never be safe (we will continue)
To try it, it will never break me
We want everything, we want to play this piece
(We will continue!)
07. september 2017
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