I see my ex-schoolmates getting married to save themselves and their parents freaking asses from the embarrassment of having a child out-of-wedlock. Is that what marriage suppose to be nowadays? For fuck sake, you’re still so young, do you think it will seriously last? If you think you’re with the right friggen guy, how could he have knocked you up in the first place and let you live your life as a shame in your parents’ eyes? I’ve lived seeing that many cases my whole life which now makes me ridicule the meaning of marriage.
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I can never trust guys and it makes me loathe them even more when you get ill-treated by them. You have your bulging tummy under your jacket as a proof, what does he have? It makes me wonder when will they ever stop being egoistic douche bags. I see it as, NEVER. They are the typical lying-cheating-insincere bastards.
Why do you have to fall in love so quickly? I remembered my mom telling me, you don’t have to look for good guys, cause you’ll only be looking for trouble. For the fucking first time, I couldn’t agree more with her.
If you’re not ready to be in a serious relationship, then don’t fucking be. You’ll end up getting pregnant. Abortion is an abomination to God, but if you can’t bring up the child right, what worst adjectives should you be called?
For many wrong reasons and blame lust&desires(don’t deny it, bitch),
I am Young, Wild & Free. I believe that they are still many things I wanna do and many places I wanna go. And I don’t have to fucking worry on why my period is late for two months or waste my money on the pregnancy test kit.
Ps* I am not even boy-lingual. I can never understand them, and don’t even try to make me understand them. They are not even in my radar to begin with.
2 months late period & unworried girl,
ShakzKimchi
Usually when I have assignments, I would always come up with an idea spontaneously. Yes, like my url. I hate to think too much, just go along with what pops out first.
Naooo when I really need to get done and over with with my assignment, my mind goes ————-. Fucking boring mundane stupid not interesting ideas.
I am going to smoke before heading off to hit the sag. With hopes that I’ll wake up to a bright shining idea. Oh, and it’s my first time getting Next Red. I no longer dig menthol like I used to.
SEE?! Told ya my brain ain’t functioning. And I don’t give a fuck if no one gives a fuck about this post or even my tumblr. You people, don’t understand the bond I share with my tumblr. No secrets, she’s my best of friend. HAHA OK I NEED TO SLEEP AFTER I FINISH MY FAG.
Bye bitchezzzz
Why do people nowadays put their last name on facebook the same as rockstars? Like, for example,
Shakz Lambert Shakz Merriweather Oh the famous one, Shakz Bieberwtf.
Okay they’re all examples. But seriously, you wanna have the same last name as placebo’s lead or the muse is okay too. But what for if you don’t listen to them at all and you only put that cause your bf/gf likes them? Impression, I suppose.
That doesn’t annoy me yet until the fact that your photos/blogs/signature has that name all over.
I’m not gossiping or you can say that I don’t have the right to say anything, but I don’t give two flying fucks. Who asked you to ridicule yourself in the first place of judgement? Tsk. It’s the same like a white dude being called as, “Lil Sheezy Geezy G”. It’s weird init? Oh well, same goes to you.
| | * love, Shakz Molko. (I wish)
Please never try using Veet, the hair removal thing for leg hair, over your genital area. FUCK MY HAIR IS STANDING SHITTTTTT SPASM BANG BANG ALERT!
Yeah okay, I admit I tried. And it went fucking wrong! MORE EXTREME SPASM. It will make your hair on that area go thick and soft. HOLY MOTHER OF A COW, ENOUGH I CAN’T GO ON ELABORATING ABOUT IT ANYMORE. IT IS SICKKKKKK!
Just don’t try it. My hair keeps on standing whenever I try to visualize it. UGhhhhh
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There are certain weird issues about me. Countless. Here’s one of them.
Whenever I ride a bicycle, I have always loved the adrenaline rush. I’ll cycle as fast as I can. There’s just not the point, the point is I’d plant this particular weird thought into my brain.
“I hope I’ll crash into some thing. Preferably, a bush.”
Now, tell me. How am I ever gonna ride safely on a motorbike? HELL YEA I CRASHED INTO A MINI WALL BEFORE, THROWING MYSELF OVER THE BIKE. Crashing it’s fork. It was a coming for, I could hear my instinct screaming in my head. Bruises on my thighs, sexy blue blacks. Secretly, it was fun :p Hehehe
These crazy stuff, they’re just so inviting.
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Jackass For Life,
Shakz Knoxville *insert skull w crutches emoticon*
