February 2011
January 2011
On weekends
Expectation:
Reality:
iii gotta pocket gotta pocket full of sunshiinne
tehcatspajamas:
victorialouise:
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hey creeper
i don’t know you.
stop emailing me, dude, thanks.
The Friend
[by Marge Percy] We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said yes. Food grew cold on the table. he said, burn your body. it is not clean and smells like sex. it rubs my mind sore. I said yes. I love you, I said. That’s very nice, he said I like to be loved, that makes me happy. Have you cut off your hands...
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stoodbythesea:
kianaaaa:
thatswhatkellsaid:
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Growing up
I’ve been growing far apart from a lot of people, but i noticed that I never really opened up to those people and never connected to them in any way that would be worth trying to salvage the relationship. I can’t wait until I get into a different college next year and start meeting some relatable people.
As for the people I spend my days with now, my boyfriend holds 1st place for...
back in high school - cats edition:
Waking up in the morning.
On the way to school.
Seeing your friends.
Seeing those bitches you hate.
Seeing your crush.
Get called on in class.
Get homework.
See two bitches fighting like
And you watch them like
Lunch time.
More classes.
The final bell rings.
Go home and get on Tumblr.
Go to bed.
i geeked out soooooo bad
i don't think i've ever had one of these
new years resolutions.
but this year i’m gonna try to soak up as much as i possibly can.
learn some more ballet, maybe some drums, more keys, teach myself as much as possible and soak up everything i see and hear from others. =]
take some chances.