“

Your eyes like a shot of whiskey,
warms me up like a summer night.
Can you tell that I need ya with me?
Let me drink you down tonight.

No I don’t just want any pretty face,
wanna wake up next to yours each day.
Baby, won’t you be my saving grace tonight, tonight?

With you, we could be the only ones here.

cause I, think you’re from another world,
and I, I couldn’t love another girl.
cause you, you make me feel like I’m intoxicated,
To the sky, flying high, take me to the moon,
day or night, we don’t have to say a word,
cause you make me feel like I’m intoxicated.

” — The Cab, “Intoxicated”


hey lovatics can you help me out?

i really want to get “believe in me” tattood on my left wrist.. not only will it cover a few things up, but that song is like my anthem. i feel like it will give me hope and closure every day when i see it. im not doing it to “be cool” or get attention, i honestly think it will help me close a sucky chapter in my life and move on!

so the story goes, ive been through some tough shit. i wont go into the details, but i will say that I ended up in a psych hospital around halloween this past year. using demi’s lyrics as my mantra (i would have listened to it but all electronics were banned… and they thought we would strangle ourselves with the headphone chords…. ANYWAY) and writing it on my wrist every morning when i woke up kept me safe and sane. I dont know what i would do without demi as a role model.

ive thought a lot about this and i am 100% sure i want to do it. im old enough now but my parents will kick me out of the house and not pay for college if they ever find out im planning to get a tattoo.. any words of wisdom about tattoos or unsupportive parents? or if you could just show some support through a reblog or a like, i can show that to my mom in hopes of changing her mind? i dont know. but thanks for reading!



“Tell me that you love me, and it’ll be alright. Are you thinking of me? Come stay with me tonight. You know i need you, just like you need me. Can’t stop, won’t stop; I must be dreaming.” —The Maine


“Slow down, the world isn’t watching us break down. It’s safe to say we are alone now, we’re alone now. Not a whisper, the only noise is the receiver; I’m counting the seconds until you break the silence… so please just break the silence. The whispers turn to shouting, the shouting turns to tears, your tears turn into laughter and it takes away our fears. So you see, this world doesn’t matter to me; I’ll give up all I had just to breathe the same air as you till the day that I die… I can’t take my eyes off of you.” — secondhand serenade (a twist in my story)