the boy with his lights on

hello, I'm toney.

17/male/texas.



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youtube.
myspace.




email:
toneylattimorejr@yahoo.com

I'm moving..

I have decided to move to a new tumblog.

you can find me here :  http://ithinkweweremadetoopretty.tumblr.com/

It was just more convient for me to start a new, I just got that feeling like I wanted to be refreshed. Almost made a new myspace and flickr. But I decided against. But anyway the new tumblr link is up above, follow me or keep tabs if you wish. See you soon,

-TONEY

rachell:

Fernando Vicente

rachell:

Fernando Vicente

late-night

and when I’m out late and I don’t feel like eating McDonald’s, ying’s cafe is always there to fill that hole. Except mondays, they are closed on mondays.

May 14th

With the dates of my graduation, 18th birthday, and moving out coming fast, I have decided to come back to tumblr in hope that one of these events, maybe even a combination of the three will bring some exciting things to blog about.

Also it has occured to me that during the last two years I have developed a slight case of AvPD. But it’s nothing that summer, good friends, no school and moving out won’t fix.

Shame

Due to the recent fact that my life is incessantly and utterly boring, I will be taking a break from tumblr for a little bit. Reblogs and posting song lyrics is doing me no justice in the world of blogging. Hopefully when I return, my unfortunate state of boring living will be resolved and I can began posting exciting things and/or more things of interest.

Adios For Now

-Toney

// monarch

Fair weather friend, I loved you most of all. Amateur physicist, I loved you least. Shallow breather, vampire leeches feed on their own kind. A holocaust of cannibal animals is upon us: red-eyed and bloodthirsty, they will stop at nothing to destroy us all. Black leather shields, emblazoned with inverted crucifixes. A holocaust of cannibal animals is upon us. Onward christian soldiers, marching as to war. In an ocean of the guilty, we will rise onto the shore, but we will not be spared.

I think we were made too pretty. We’re caught up in a stare we cannot break. We know nothing changes too slowly. Someday we might come down, but whose to really say? As Cities Burn
Good lord, have you ever seen so many teeth marks? As Cities Burn (via nastynance)

// frost

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.