The One and Only

My name is Amber Nicole Galgano. I love music especially Blink-182, Mayday Parade, and Panic at the Disco. I love reading and Doctor Who. I'm usually always watching some kind of show on netflix. Current show: Bones I have two cats Ninja and Fang and that should be just about everything you need to know. Feel free to message me

“Why does pain requires
a lot of questions and then
when you have the answers,
you pain so much more?
Is it because the answer
wasn’t the one you’re looking for?
Or is it because
you already know what’s coming,
you just had to ask
and now you can’t save yourself
from hearing it?”

—   irishjulienne, you said the truth loves me (via talkingoutsoft)

(via kelly-greenwaldt)

“I always come back to you. You know what? I don’t fuckin care if they think I am mad. I have so many reasons to be crazy. These reasons are valid. See? This is why I don’t drink with ‘friends’ anymore. I know at the end of the night, I’ll see my body fold itself into nothingness like a clam that’s too afraid of the waves. I’ll break down. Then I’ll hear them say, “here we go again.” I pretend I don’t hear them say that. My hands are light and shaking. My mouth is dry and spicy. In my head, I say fuck this people. Fuck this drink. Fuck this night. Yes here we go again because this insane longing is crawling in my veins like razorblades. I can’t deny the presence of this familiar sadness that demands to be felt every now and then. I drink to be brave. So I could say your name and pretend I didn’t. To make them believe they are the one hallucinating, to make them believe they are hearing things they are not supposed to hear. They are crazy and me? I’m just sad. But I’m the most normal person you could bump into in this little space of awkwardness they call ‘bar’. If I’m being honest, this is the most sober I could be. This is the time when my head is the clearest and the wildest. I love my thoughts. They don’t require burning. My hands are trembling but so does this earth yet nobody notices. My eyes are overspilling with water and water is good. I am not happy but does it mean I won’t be? I may be lonely now but aren’t we all? You’re just good at hiding it. So I’d rather be in this fuckin floor right now with my messy hair and sentiments. I’d rather wake up tomorrow in another friend’s house and think of ways to apologize without sounding desperate and pitiful. I’ll go home and I swear to god, I wish you’re there holding my back while I throw up. There’s always honey water. There’s always my feet. There’s forgetting. I always come back to you. But I’m almost there.”

—   irishjulienne, almost sober (via talkingoutsoft)

(via kelly-greenwaldt)

culotte-noire:

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organicandhappy:

awwww-cute:

Found this guy under the lawn mower. He’s here for good

Hell yeah fuckin right

organicandhappy:

awwww-cute:

Found this guy under the lawn mower. He’s here for good

Hell yeah fuckin right

(via vagina-lizard)

“I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald (via uglypnis)

(via lowenbeeswed)

“To succeed in life, you need three things: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone.”

—   ― Reba McEntire (via psych-quotes)

(via psych-quotes)

squarlo:

givemeinternet:

5 minutes ago they were chasing the laser

i cant believe you fucking killed your cats with a laser you fucking monster

squarlo:

givemeinternet:

5 minutes ago they were chasing the laser

i cant believe you fucking killed your cats with a laser you fucking monster

(via lowenbeeswed)

thepredatorblog:

Happy brothers after being rescued from a circus [video]

dON’T FUCKING CRY

(Source: ylvisfaen, via lowenbeeswed)

unvainly:

late night thoughts

unvainly:

late night thoughts

(via shines-like-stars)

“There are two types of waiting. There’s the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.”

—   Unknown (via quotethat)

(via shines-like-stars)

(Source: fyspringfield, via meoweoweow)