The Hot 'n Heavy

Lo qiero *-*

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Whats up ? nick hits

wem aca actualizando,,
para sorpresa de todos llego nick hits! un nuevo bloque de nick qe transmite todos esos programas de nuestra infancia, a mas de uno se nos callo una lagrima X)
la programacion cuenta con:
Hey Arnold!

Castores cascarrabias

CatDog

La vida moderna de Rocko

Invasor Zim

Rugrats

Los Thornberry’s

Ginger

Rocket Power

la mejor para mi es invasor zim *-*

lo qe a muchos nos molesto es el horario

[sab y dom 22.00 hs] porqe las series qe nos gustan se pasan muy tarde

qe se pasa a las 00.30 y 03.30, en fin para mi es muuuucho mejor qe nick at nite

I know I'll feel this way forever

I know no one will beg to differ
Goodbye, so long, it's been a pleasure
Repeat this when I say that

I don't want you to hate me
Oh no
I want you to want to hate me
I don't want you to date me
Oh no
I want you to want to date me

I wanna pay for it
All of this shit
I wanna pay for it
Like a goddamn son of a bitch
I wanna pay for it
All of this shit
I wanna pay for it
Like a goddamn son of a bitch

Never gonna be perfect
No never gonna be
Never good enough
Not for me

Too much of nothing never hurt me baby
It is aggressive that the message reads

I <3 NERDS

mi adiccion *-*

Saylor Lake - Drop Dead, Gorgeous

You're all the fucking same.Worthless and waiting for a saviour,That was there all along.You're all the same poison,With perfect lives and cruel intentions.A trail of blood... You've fucking built the skin. Give the paper something to talk about.Give the readers something to talk about.Saylor lake's got a mean howl.Careful at night, better watch out! Decorate her funeral with open wounds,When the sorrow pours like waterDown a cold and restless body.Slowly flows a fiver,In the river we will gaze. You're all the fucking same.Worthless and waiting for a saviour,That was there all along.You're all the same poison,With perfect lives and cruel intentions.A trail of blood... Up the stairs, down the hall,Into the bedroom she crawled,To place a panicked phone call,But she was struck in the head with a blunt object. Decorate her funeral with open wounds,When the sorrow pours like waterDown a cold and restless body.Slowly flows a fiver,In the river we will gaze. I never thought that I would grow tired.Well I did.There once was a time where I lost my mind and I thought that I wanted this,But now I'm terribly mistaken for a fake.One day these cameras will steal my entire soul.When everything is gone,It's quiet and we want nothing more.