i want to do in my life. i dont know where to begin. but i know i should start now.
here goes one of them… you, with the tattoos and snake bites, i like you. even though you’ll most likely never see this or know this fact, it feels good to let others know.
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Why He’s Hot:
- Jack Bassam Barakat. He’s Lebanese, otherwise known as fucking hot. He has amazing features, the lips, the hair, the eyes, speaking of which…
- The hair. He can style it however he wants and he can make it sexy in any way he chooses. Hydration? I’ll go blonde! Movie premiere? I’ll style it! Hanging out with the guys? I’ll wear a hat! No matter the ocassion, he’s hot.
- He has an amazing personality, he’s adorable, funny, and such a sweet, compassionate guy. And at the same time he knows how to party. In case you haven’t heard of him before, he plays guitar in the band All Time Low and he always comes out before and after his shows to greet everyone. Dedication? I call him a gentleman.
- His style. Unlike most men he takes extra care in his appearance, not that he has to try. He could pull off anything from tight jeans to booty shorts. He even designs shirts and other things for his clothing line with Glamour Kills. So on a date your only worry should be having him looking better than you.
- His eyes. Imagine staring into those big beautiful brown eyes, feeling those thick eyelashes brush against your skin. Yeah, case closed.
Uh…yes please?
OM NOM NOM
2 days ago • 845 notesWhy is jersey shore showing on mtv yet again? i dont think it needs to replayed every other hour… i can only handle so many guido’s.
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No one knows what it’s like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes
No one knows what it’s like
To be hated, to be fated to telling only lies
But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance that’s never free
No one knows what it’s like
To feel these feelings like I do and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard on their anger
None of my pain and woe can show through
But my dreams, they aren’t as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours only lonely
My love is vengeance, that’s never free
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool
And If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat
No one knows what it’s like to be the bad man
To be the sad man behind blue eyes(Behind Blue Eyes - The Who - Lyrics by Pete Townshend)
but i shouldnt be jealous. i get pretty much anything i ask for. and im not ashamed to admit that. however, know that i dont like it when you brag about something. cause it really fuckin pisses me off.
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