Let's get Gabby
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A teenager who is obsessed with anything having to do with music. And gay men. Especially gay men.
* L.D. Bell Marching Band *
Instagram: @mama_gabbs

cumaeansibyl:

kisssinpink:

lloveuntilwebleed:

rareandradiantmaiden:

gaymermaids:

knifeplay:

girl-bear:

campaignofdistractions:

The monetary cost for a rape victim to receive treatment at a hospital in the United States.

EVERYONE

EVERYONE

EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THIS

what the actual FUCK

I wish I could even be shocked

Just gonna keep reblogging this

fuck

this is the biggest crock of fucking bullshit i’ve ever fucking seen FUCK

“but why didn’t you go to the hospital?”

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10 minutes ago on 29 July 2014 @ 12:24am + 258,324 notes
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Me after Day 1 of band camp

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17 minutes ago on 29 July 2014 @ 12:17am + 14,877 notes
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ninetween:

diickhead:

makes a man go broom broom

SHUT UP YOU DID NOT

21 minutes ago on 29 July 2014 @ 12:14am + 1,648 notes
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When I saw you throw away your favorite jeans because you ripped a hole in the knee I realized you’d eventually leave because I have more rips and tears than that pair of Levi’s ever could.
— I was right (via rlyspaced)
1 day ago on 27 July 2014 @ 6:23pm + 649 notes
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1 day ago on 27 July 2014 @ 4:05am + 290,134 notes
via wewutthings (originally phattygirls)

nuded:

i want a late night adventure. i want someone to call me up and say, “i’m outside. let’s go do something!” i want to go out late at night in my pj’s and my hair all tied up. maybe drive around. go to a park and just swing on the swings. maybe sit in the grass and watch the stars or maybe go to a 24 hour food place and pig out. i just want a late night adventure with people i like to be around. no drama. nothing but good vibes and good company.

1 day ago on 27 July 2014 @ 3:24am + 397,916 notes
via elsaisabossassgrungebitch (originally nuded)
# gabbygabbs

He’s back in my thoughts. Wait he never left.
I just had a nightmare about he and I getting ready for a beach day at my house when my parents came home early and he was a genius and thought he’d hide in their room. He hid behind a few boxes in the corner, and I had to play rescuer. I tried to distract my mom, but she ignored it and continued to her room. Her boyfriend was outside, playing on his phone, and we were putting away groceries.
Lord knows I would not be able to handle this irl
I’d just tell him to come out (haha) and just admit i had him over

And I learned ‘You deserve better’

was sometimes no more

than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you,

and I want you to be happy,

but I don’t love you anymore.

— Beau Taplin, You Deserve Better  (via versteur)
1 day ago on 27 July 2014 @ 3:09am + 18,541 notes
via frickfrackflute (originally larmoyante)

r3capped-celebs:

Anna Kendrick - at the Time 100 Gala. (04/28/11)

2 days ago on 26 July 2014 @ 6:27pm + 89 notes
via officialcourtneylove (originally r3capped-celebs)
# slay meDAMN

augmented-flute:

Spongebob understood what band is all about…

2 days ago on 26 July 2014 @ 6:27pm + 27,830 notes
via band-geek-things (originally augmented-flute)

maradyerdaily:

I’m too selfish to leave you,” I said. Noah pulled back so I could see his smile. “I’m too selfish to let you.

2 days ago on 26 July 2014 @ 5:33am + 611 notes
via cause-i-wanted-to-fly (originally maradyerdaily)

catwornan:

in the south

  • we only refer to people as y’all. that group of people over there? y’all. our mamas? y’all. you? y’all.
  • everyone chews tobacco
  • we have wells where we can draw up sweet tea from the ground
  • nobody pursues education past the age of 12
  • we all know how to run a farm
  • we cry about the civil war at least once a day, twice on sundays 
  • only country music plays. ever 
  • y’all
2 days ago on 26 July 2014 @ 5:30am + 38,296 notes
via elsaisabossassgrungebitch (originally softerrevolution)

lucyquin:

I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
your wallet.

Something seemingly
insignificant,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.

2 days ago on 26 July 2014 @ 5:29am + 92,226 notes
via elsaisabossassgrungebitch (originally lucyquin)

You know what I really hate
I hate it when you invest everything you have into someone and they just don’t give anything in return
“You shouldn’t expect anything in return for being nice!!!1!”
Look shitforbrains, i’ve given months and months to someone who doesn’t appreciate me
You know what that feels like?
That even though you’ve just given it your all, it’s just not enough.
Don’t try to tell me my emotions are not valid. Of course they are they’re /my/ emotions.
The reason I haven’t even talked about all of this is because I felt like I was being selfish. /i’m not./
I’m tired of giving and giving and doing so many things only not to be recognized.
My dear sweet Zawadoe, I know how you care deeply for all the things i’ve given you. You consider me a member of your family, a friend, a valuable person. Which I am so grateful for. Truly. I will never be able to repay you for your kindness, generosity, and everything that you are. But the thing is, I don’t believe you care about me anymore. And like I said, i’ve felt this for awhile now and the ache had just gotten to be unbearable, and this can no longer go unnoticed. I don’t believe you love me anymore.

Let me ask you a few things.
When is my birthday?
What’s my favorite color?
What’s my favorite holiday?
Who’s my favorite singer?

…can you answer them?

The only one I don’t know about you is your favorite holiday. And i’m 95% sure it’s Christmas, when you get to see your extended family.

When’s the last time we talked? We /really/ talked. Not me just texting you only to get a one word reply. I’m talking our 4 hour long phone calls. I’m talking biting back the tears, because we got onto our emotional subjects. When we begin to fall asleep to the sound of each others voices…

Have you ever given me a present…?
How many gifts have I given you? Bought for you? SPECIFICALLY MADE for you?

Is there anything tangible to me from you? No. There’s not. And I was quite comfortable about that until recently after a friend pointed out that I do everything for us. I make the plans, do the cutsie things, try hard to make things work, while you’re able to blow things off. And I let you, because I can’t say no to you. I can’t get mad at you. I can’t intentionally hurt you like you’ve done to me before. And don’t you dare say you never have. Last November you blatantly ignored me. Casting glares at me from afar because you knew it made me miserable. You even admitted it.
But I can’t do that to you. Because hurting you would hurt me too. If I tried to ignore you, I would begin to feel bad, but my pride wouldn’t give in until I feel like I made a point. You’d just be twiddling your thumbs because you’d know i’d come back. No matter how pissed off I am.
And don’t try the,
“I don’t reach out to people first,”
“I’m just not that type of person Gabby,”
“But /I LOVE YOU GABBY/”

DO YOU REALLY? BECAUSE I’M TIRED OF TRYING TO GET OUR FRIENDSHIP TO WORK RIGHT WHEN YOU PUSH ME AWAY. I’M TIRED OF MAKING TIME FOR US, AND HAVING YOU CANCEL. I’M TIRED OF SAYING ITS OKAY WHEN ITS NOT.

WE ARE NOT OKAY ANYMORE.

AND I’D LOVE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT TOO. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?
1. YOU WON’T PICK UP YOUR PHONE.
2. IF I TRY TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT AT ALL, YOU’LL MAKE ME FEEL BAD. YOU’LL BAT YOUR EYES AT ME AND I’LL FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN BECAUSE THAT’S THE KIND OF POWER YOU HAVE OVER ME AND YOU KNOW IT AND YOU ABUSE IT.

You know I’ve never been the one to write. Rereading this, it doesn’t begin to describe my anger, my sadness and my disappointment.
I don’t believe you love me anymore.
I’ll be right here when you do.
And if you don’t think I love you anymore, you’re ridiculous. Go read all 365 cards I gave you.
-sigh-
Because even though you make me feel like this ^^^^ i’ll still love you forever. And i’ll always love you more than you love me. But I can’t do this to myself anymore. I don’t want to lose you, I want to keep you in my life.
Please, please, /please./
Don’t drive me away.
Give me something to hold onto. A fantastic new memory, a flower, a little handmade card, or some fresh baked somethings.
Give me a new reason to stay, please, i’m begging you. I’m so sorry i didn’t talk to you about this earlier, because now i’m to my breaking point and i’ve put you in a uncomfortable position. All i’m asking for, is for you to try. Please try for me.

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