May 2010
1 post
Hi. I'm Taylor. Just Taylor. No big deal.
I’m going to start this tumblr shit over. right now.
April 2010
7 posts
List #2
I love about you.
REBLOG with the first group you saw in concert.
infiniterika:
jastinism:
dracoisourboyfriend:
immitationissuicide:
notnineteenforever:
heydaan:
iyabbe:
jumpandfly:
luciofuckasaurus:
insertcrudhere:
bakanewshinee:
neorrago:
lee-donghae:
-kurenai-:
adventmikhail:
gnarlylingo:
Three Doors Down
Backstreet Boys >_> <_<
Iron Maiden.
Good Charlotte.
WESTLIFE
FAHRENHEIT
My Chemical Romance...
Alive Again.
Take me with you, I start to miss you. Take me home I don’t wanna be alone, tonight.
Do you see? My favorite lyrics right now; Mariana’s Trench. Pretty dress. Wearing shorts tomorrow. I don’t want to be this anymore. I want to be free. But none of us really know true freedom. Remember when we were kids. Hay Britney Spears? Backstreet Boys? A.Carter? N-Sync, Avril, Simple Plan....
Fake it.
Fake, Fake.
I sacrifice my time with you to be someone I’m not. To be a lot that I can, and never will be. Fuck sin. We know that’s not what it’s about. I feel fake. I feel false. I feel so far away from hope. I’m not a photographer. I just think cameras are pretty. I’m not an artist; I just like the feel of charcoal on paper. I’m not a writer, I just like...
These photos are beautiful
minus the one with my family.
I believe in you.
Blah. School. Nathan and Justus. Paris. Ahah.
This is great. Eight minutes until school gets out. Supposed to be turning in my History Assignment; That’s where I am. History. Mmm. Nathan says “Blogging’s Gay.” Coming from the kid who trolls failblog. Oh, History paper? Comparing the New Deal, and Obama’s Healthcare Reform.
I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR GOVERNMENT.
...
I promise.
Some day I’ll write a lengthy blog. My life just sucks right now. ):
March 2010
44 posts
What you’re looking for has been here the whole time.
But God can be funny.
No One’s laughing at God. We’re all laughing with God.
Dear Self,
Please shut up. Please. Please just stop. What the fuck are you doing with your life? Love,
Taylor.
Ifeelpowerless.
and you seem invincible.
My favorite song on the CD.
Actually. Just thought you should know.
shiftcomma3:
Listen, I’ll prolly never be that...
Dear Romeo,
We didn’t write a fucking love story. You had Rosaline. You met me. You overheard me talking about you the night we met. We thought we were in love. We weren’t. We got married anyway. You killed my Cousin, and got banished. I wanted to kill myself. You wanted to kill yourself. We didn’t. The friar helped me play dead, So that I didn’t have to marry Paris. He’s a...
lifelifelife.
Dear you: You don’t have to be a complete dick about everything.
Dear you[two]: Thanks for taking me shopping and getting me out of this house.
Dear you: I hope you’re having fun at your grandma’s house. I miss you loads.
Tomorrow is the first day of spring break. I want my camera. Lookbook is going to hate me when I get it back, but bear with me. I’m excited. Shoes and...
“MOM I WANT TO BE A CONTORTIONIST WHEN I GROW UP.”
– (i love the circus)
Please get me out of heree.
Woke up at six. Couldn’t go back to sleep until like. Eight. Slept until ten. Ran a fever until one. I think I’m better now. I want out of this house. I hate weekends where I don’t do anything. Possibility for ice today? Ridiculous! Yesterday it was seventy! (Of course, the day I was sick) Yogurt and blueberries, and granola? Sounds like a good dinner to me. Edited pictures....
101.2 degrees.
I love the sound of your voice. I hate when you have to go. I curl up and try and get some sleep. Wake up with a fever. one-oh-one-point-two degrees. Wake up mom, tell her. She says to go back to bed. Thank God. No school today. Sleep sleep sleep. Wake up. Three Asprin Puhleese. Back to bed. Brad’s yelling at Mom. I want so bad to tell him to calm down. And if I can hear him, she obviously...
Anonymous asked: CAN I HAVE YOUR BODY?
This needs to be documented.
Church. Drew. Mason. Connor. BoyTaylor. Rachel. Anna. MeTaylor. And EMILYMARIEEEwhaddupp. Had our own mini-concert/moshpit/awesome just moving with the music, and loving and. Surrounded by so many people. The feeling just. Swallows you whole. You don’t feel alone. You don’t feel like one person anymore, And suddenly you get to be a part of something so much bigger. So much more, and...
Make it a beautiful thing.
Get it off your chest.
http://taylorgoose.tumblr.com/ask
“I was so cheated, Then you caught me off guard. Now I’m running and...”
– Boys Like Girls.
So cold, so cold, baby, you’re so cold, so cold
Skinnies. Tee Shirt, Cardigan. messed up make up. filthy hands. Mismatched socks, tight pants. A Rocket To The Moon, The Spill Canvas. Cold and rainy day. Where are you Sun? “Love Doesn’t Die here.” I want to be held here. In your arms. I know you understand. Maybe. Waste my hours at school. Half-ass all my work. Bus ride home. Mayday Parade—Take this to heart....
&it's contagious.
Inspiration is a beautiful thing. And since i don’t have my camera, and won’t for twoo weeks, it means I’ll probably have to draww. This COULD be fun (:
I don't mind the weather, I just hate the way it...
Making out to mixtapes with Limbeck, Katrina and The Waves Did I mention how I used to hate that song? Before I met that girl that was in love with The Beatles
It’s been decided that I quote too much Backseat Goodbye. In case you hadn’t noticed.
If I could tell you how I feel, I’d say. Alone. And not the healthy kind of alone. It’s. Well:
Autophobia: An abnormal and...
I'll tell you what I want to spend my time doing:
Acquire a large, white tee shirt.
put on teeny shorts (or boxers)
Blast Ke$ha, September, Lady Gaga, Family Force 5, and Cobra Starship.
Get a BUNCH of canvasses.
Paint Everything. Me. My clothes. Canvasses. Everything.
Get it all on camera.
Too bad I don’t have the tripod, or gallons and gallons of paint. It might kinda be like remaking the video for Diamonds by Breathe Carolina.
...
“I don’t want to cry for you, But there’s nothing left to do.”
– Pete Yorn
Some things you just know.
Some things you’re scared to admit.
Some things you’re scared to believe in.
Some things you cannot believe.
Some things you cannot condone, support, fathom, find hope in.
But some things you can love.
Some things you can pray for. Cherish.
Some things you can make happen.
Some things you can live for.
Some things. You just know.
Sacreligious.
Confessions:
I overeat at McDonalds. two thousand calories in one meal. Why am I not five million pounds.
Said “bitch” in church today. I felt so terrible afterwards.
Also, Sang Ke$ha in church today? Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like P Diddy.
Did not do (and don’t intend to do) my Algebra today.
I am terrified of it hailing outside, and god. What happened...
I cannot decide.
Whether or not I love or hate being up until midnight three days in a row.
I think. I’m leaning towards love.
But what happens if you get lost trying to follow...
bryannn:
(via blanknotebookpage)
Fears.
He steps off of the yellow, elongated vehicle. I made sure he looked at me, and I blew him a kiss. He smiled and waved, and I returned the gesture, while the bus crept a couple yards more. Slowed to a stop. I place my book, my phone, and my iPod into my purse, and sigh. Today’s nearly over. Conversations come to a close, and I stare at the dusky blue sky, The bus’s door creaks open,...
In a way you would understand.
(and I lothe to bring up.)
It’s a love story. Baby, just say yes.
You. Belong. With. Me.
And, when you’re fifteen, and sombody tells you they love you. You’re gonna believe them.
Meaning.
You: I hope you find what you're looking for. The time. The place. That moment where you just. Know. Be it from me. Or. You know. Someone else, if you find I'm not that person. Because i had my moment. Where i thought i knew. Or maybe i did know.
Myself: The thing is. I dont know what i already know. I know where i am. I know the time. I just dont know me. And who i am. I know what i want. I know what i need. I know what i have. But i dont know how to handle it. How to react. But it's here, it's all here.
If the world is ending...
I’m throwing the party.
That’s a horrible thing to say. I’m scared. I’m terrified. Not even of the fact that the world could possibly end. No. More of the fact of how many people I’ll lose before it actually does end. And what if it doesn’t even end. Like. At all. In my lifetime, Then what?
Hello, Autophobia. well. these last couple of days have been...
Feels Like Sunday.
Dear You,
It’s the way that you blush when you’re nervous. It’s your ability to make me earn this. I know that you’re tired, just let me sing you to sleep. It’s about how you laugh out of pity, ‘Cause lets be honest I’m not really that funny. I know that you’re shot, just let me sing you to sleep.
It’s those pills that you don’t need...
I'm just another one.
go go go. We never had the time, because you move too slow.
And I know, know, know. That She could care less about love.
(is) it(’s) just for fun.
…I’m just another one?
Live life 'till you get it wrong.
oh, my god. I’ve gotta get out of this trend.
Boring days, go away. Rub away lingering sleep from eyes. It doesn’t work. But oh welll. Time to get up. Kick off covers. Ruffle my hair. Stick out my tongue. Zoooombie. Same shirt I fell asleep in. Jeans. Make up. Hurr. CD player’s broken. Piece of shit. I miss music in the morning. I deal. Listen to the tumblr songg. Catch a bus....