Well, well. Hi. How’s it going.
That’s a hairy looking foot next to you.
Did anyone ask you to comment? I. THINK. NOT. Hush it.
Well, well. Hi. How’s it going.
Alright. SO THANKS WRITER. For just giving MY damn page to a fucked up alcoholic. What’s so great about her? I’m better. Nah, I ain’t conceited. That’s just the truth. If you end up playing her, and I mean REALLY playing her, she’ll do nothing but cause problems for you. I on the other hand wouldn’t. But yeah, thanks for that. For not even giving me a chance. I appreciate it. Actually no. I don’t. I kinda can’t stand you for it. But wtfever. I’ll go hide waaay in the back of your mind now where you think I belong.
My writer can get me out in the public now. Kaaaaaaythnx.
(via fuckyeahprettygirls)
Alex Grey. (via quote-book)
OH HAI. Welcome to my tumblr page. How you found it is beyond me, but if you did, kudos for you. Let's talk about something for a second though. First things first, I'm not Hayley Williams. I'm not even real. My name is Joanie Sullivan and I'm a figment of an imagination. I wish I was real. Srsly. I hate being cooped up in a brain, but unfortunately I can't do anything about it. Speaking of the brain I'm cooped up in, I sometimes share my tumblr with it. It being my writer. It's rare that I do since this is myyy tumblr and since I'mma brat I want it all to myself. But sometimes she just haaas to talk. And if she ever does, it'll be listed somewhere. Like in the title or at the bottom of all the crap she types. If you wanna follow me, go right ahead. All I do is reblog a bunch of pictures, quotes and every now and then I'll put a video or two on here. The videos will probably be of me half the time. As well as the pictures. I promise I'm not conceited. That's just the way it is. My MySpace link will be up here asap and when it is, do me a favor and add me. But only if you're a roleplayer. If ya add me on your personal, I have no problem denying you. No personals allowed. Annnd, I think that's it for now. I may come back and add some stuff later. Like a picture. Or my playlist whenever I decided to make it. Wow, I've typed a lot. It's obvious I like to talk. Lmfao. KBYE.
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