they say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
young love murder, that is what this must be
i would give it all to not be sleeping alone

the life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed
young love murder, that is what this must be
i would give it all to not be sleeping alone

the night is fading, heart is racing
and i just called to love you
like we’re gonna die

morganmartinez:

hi loverz, my name is morgan martinez. i’m sixteen years old and i reside in WISCONSIN like the t-pain song, but i don’t live in a mansion. i like things, lots of things, but it varies in many ways. i’ve been on tumblr for probably a little over two years and have experienced everything from no tumblarity to tumblarity to no tumblarity again and the age of fuck yeah’s that took over everything. i like pretty things and pretty people, and i’m intrigued with almost everything. i like dark nail polish, red hair, books, sleep, soft skin, jim morrison, the 1960s-70s, skins, big curly hair, red lipstick, crystal castles, intellectuals, boys, chinese food, big blankets, meaningful hugs, more skins, strawberry scented things, long showers, music, DUBSTEP, money $$$ (lots of it), epicness, concerts that make your heart race, the adrenaline rush of seeing someone you admire, parties, singing till my lungs give out, big cities, holding someone, tears at all the necessary times, alcohol, the idea of the future, poetry, boots, gifs, cardigans, mascara, live photography, forever 21, straightteethwhiteteeth, william fitzsimmons, soft music, knowing you haven’t slept for hours because you’re still up talking to someone, only going to school till 11, the idea of success at it’s finest, long slim fingers, jaw lines, people with indescribable souls, my parents, pretty things and pretty people. i co-own and started sites like:

http://fuckyeahprettygirls.tumblr.com
http://skinswins.tumblr.com
http://keshazparty.tumblr.com

i love all my followers and i sincerely wish that i could hug and get to know each and every one of you because even if i don’t personally know you, you are considered my second family, in a sense. you understand me even when i don’t ask to be understood, and you talk to me and compliment me like you’re one of my next door neighbors that i wave to every morning. you are all completely loved in the exact definition of the word and i would all love the pleasure of meeting you one day. and who knows, maybe i have already and we don’t even know it. this was just for anyone who was wondering who i am or just a healthy reminder that i care about all of you. ok, end of this~