by ntself January 05, 2011
As soon as the song opened, Keith could feel the g-note releasing memories from his long-haired, band t-shirt wearing days back in 2013.
Any and all emo kids have mild PTSD triggered by being g-noted during a cordial celebration in vanta.
Any and all emo kids have mild PTSD triggered by being g-noted during a cordial celebration in vanta.
by NotGayEnoughtoComeOut August 03, 2020
A Post-it note that has something along the lines of "I rulez" written on it, and then stuck on some twats back
"I rule"
"I'm a chav" (Most chavs boast about that fact"
"Etc"
'Ere mate, yoo got a boast-it note on your ass'
"I'm a chav" (Most chavs boast about that fact"
"Etc"
'Ere mate, yoo got a boast-it note on your ass'
by Cooee May 09, 2006
The act of expressing one's gratitude to a prostitute/stripper/sex worker by ejaculating on the money.
Betty Boob: Kay, we're done, where's my money.
You: Give me five minutes to recharge and I'll give you a sticky note.
You: Give me five minutes to recharge and I'll give you a sticky note.
by yourmom20 May 13, 2009
by Ms Phat Booty June 10, 2009
by Al March 29, 2005
an amazing song written and sung by sonny moore, in the time that he was in the band From First to Last.
<3
<3
Two roads split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am,
and who I want to be.
I wanted to be the breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far(seems far) from here.
Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
To me.
Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
back to me,
To me.
I can feel my mind
wandering again.
Into where I dont know,
and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving
faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene;
I need to break the routine.
(repeat)
Two roads...
Split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am
and who I want to...
Which part of me is left?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so.... FAR!!!
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am,
and who I want to be.
I wanted to be the breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far(seems far) from here.
Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
Come back to me,
To me.
Note to self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what
we call a tragedy.
Come back to me,
back to me,
To me.
I can feel my mind
wandering again.
Into where I dont know,
and will I ever get home?
Time starts moving
faster than I can.
And I'm sick of this scene;
I need to break the routine.
(repeat)
Two roads...
Split off from here,
and my life goes running in opposite directions.
Exaggerating the barrier between who I am
and who I want to...
Which part of me is left?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so far.
Which part of me is lost?
I feel so close,
and yet I am so.... FAR!!!
by brianafay February 08, 2009