he was a skaterboy
she said see ya later boy
>he wasn't good enough for her
He was a skaterboy
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Now he's a superstar
Slamming on his guitar
>Does your pretty face see what he's worth
I'm with the skater boy.
>I said, "See ya later, boy."
Wtf are you talking about lol?
underage
>Under 18
Reported
Kek, consider yourself baited. Heh, better luck next time, kiddo.
he was a skeleboy
she said see ya later boy
>girls like big t h i c c guys
Maybe he's really really old too
>tfw no avril gf to show the girls from high school that they missed out
just kill me already
xhe was a otherkin, zhe was a a-10 warthog thunderbolt, can i make it any more obvious?
>scene girls don't exist anymore
>my highschool had only a handful
>no amount of lifting will bring those 2004 moments you missed
>you'll never be a rebel teen with a caring gf dressed like the year's rockstar
Hold me boys, I'm gonna drop it
why'd you have to go and make things so complicated
I see the way you're acting like somebody else gets me frustrated
>and life's like this
The second fursecution won't happen until moot gets off the google arc. There's still five years and five months to go.
>havent found a scene qt to even reject me from smashing in years
why live
I don't know that I've ever been happy, Veeky Forums, but I sure as shit was happier back then.
Sorry girl but you missed out
Well tough that boy's mine now
We are more than just good friends
>This is how the story ends
Fuck I wasn't ready for this
>missed teen years
>missed dating a scene qt3.14
>never going to feel young and wild again
>you're about to be 30 and still reminisce over your teens
>even though you fuck dozens of hot whores a month you're not as happy as when she smiled back at you in summer 03
>she now has a family with beautiful kids
>you still go to sleep thinking:
>"does she remember it?"
>you still keep that band she gave you before she moved to another state
>you still remember everything about her
who gives a shit? literally just stop thinking about it and it completely isn't a problem anymore.
>spring 2004
>14 yo Veeky Forumsizen
>meet girl down the street
>she likes avril
>invites me to listen to it in her garage
>she dances for me
>and plays the guitar
>we kiss
>I'm in love
>the world stopped
>she is the only thing that matters now
>I have her in my arms
>and she has me in the palm of her hands
>we look at each other's eyes
>we know nothing else matters now
Dated her for 8 years, am fine with it, but every fucking feels thread I cry internally remembering those days
>Avril
>2004
What? I distinctly remember her from 8th grade, it has to have been 2003 for me.
Do you ever feel like breaking down
Do you ever feel out of place
Like somehow you just don't belong
>And no one understands you
do you ever want to run away
do you lock yourself in your room
with the radio on turned up so loud
>that no one hears you screaming
holy fuck move on you fucking faggot
you are LITERALLY wasting your life obsessing over someone who i can guarantee you doesn't remember you even fucking exist lmao.
GET OVER IT FAGGOT
but everybody's gone
and i've been here for too long
to face this on my own
>well I guess this is growing up
the best the best the best the best the best
>the best the best the best the best the best
holy shit lmao
>her dad was bipolar / schizophrenic and her mom was an alchy that used to hit her all the time
>you met in 5th grade
>she used to hang out at your house every day after school
>you would let her listen to any and every pop song she wanted to on your stereo just to watch her jump around and be happy
>you wanted to kiss her everyday for 3 years and finally worked up the courage the last day of the eighth grade fair
>you went to every highschool dance with each other
>you have sleepovers every weekend during hunting season when your parents are out of town
>you make love together in such a way that has never been matched by the other 2 dozen women you've been with sexually in the past 7 years
>your most perfect memory involves the 2 of you just holding each other in the shower for 2 hours
>you both get into the same school
>she can't afford to go with you
>your parents convince you not to squander your potential no matter the cost
>she gets a job as a waitress
>you come home every weekend to see her
>her mother dies and she is left to take care of her father by herself
>she starts acting more and more depressed as the months go own
>you make plans to take her to your apartment for a week to give her a vacation and make her feel as loved as you possible can
>she overdoses on the painkillers that her father has
>you couldn't save her
Nothing in life will come close to how I felt about her, the way her curly brown hair felt on my face as we cuddled together, and the way my 15 year old heart would melt when she said she loved me.
much underrated
WHEN I WAS
this really takes me back. Internet was so much more enjoyable back in 2008 before it went full on mainstream
A YOUNG BOY
:(, sorry mate
I SHIT MYSELF
What did I just watch?
Bruh...
>tfw
Feeling bad for my friend
>got this chick from his econ class' number on Friday
>been texting up a storm with her all weekend with hella bantz
>got a mini-golfing date set up
>tonight she asks him if her roommate can come along
>he's hesitant, but he says, "sure, she can come."
>her roommate is a dude (childhood friend, but a dude nonetheless)
>we all tell him red flag, bail out
>my friend apparently never made it clear he was looking for a gf and not just a friend
>explains his intentions and said he thought he was taking her out on a date
>she accuses him of "making it weird"
fuck off shill
NO-ONE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE
TO BE THE SAD MAN
WHEN I WAS
A YOUNG BOY
MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND
sorry for your loss user
>It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
>Now I'm falling asleep
>And she's calling a cab
>While he's having a smoke
>And she's taking a drag
>Now they're going to bed
>And my stomach is sick
>And it's all in my head
>But she's touching his—chest
>Now, he takes off her dress Now, let me gooooo
user...I know Good Will Hunting is a cliche, but what happened wasn't your fault
That's why my ideals are what they are.