January 2011
44 posts
One day I'll live my life with no second thoughts.
I be some depressed nigga sometimes.
“When I’m high, it’s quite. When they speak it’s not the same....”
– I don’t know why I wrote this or what it even means.
Wake up and think of me.
“So we were making out in the church parking lot…”
– How my roommate starts a story.
Fuck society. Fuck normality. Get piercings. Get...
eraw91:
AKA - Today’s normal Teenagers.
Gosh. My generation is filled with a bunch of rebels.
GASP!
Crazy/Beautiful
One thought takes me to another and another. The cycle continues till they eventually reach my memories and then I’m lost in my own thoughts. I’m taken back to those happy moments and I no longer see the bright blue sky in front of me but rather that night, the moment and all the smiles. It takes me far away enough that I can no longer hear the wind around me or the people bantering...
I like being naked.
Random Fact #32.
Hi.
I start a lot of my posts with some kind of introduction because I know you’re reading this and because it seems I can’t get a “hello, how are you?” out of my mouth nowadays.
I need to toughen up. Emotions are for little...
Hey what's up...just kidding.
I don’t know what’s going on. You don’t seem to realize that I want to know. I should just be direct about this and ask. But I’m scared and disappointed all at the same time.
I used to think you weren’t going anywhere and that we’d always be here for each other. It hasn’t turned out that way. I find our friendship disappearing into my endless albums of...
Oh hey facebook,
I deactivated you today. It’s for my mental health benefit. I got extremely tired of reading what people were doing over and over again. I’ll go back eventually.
Love,
A college student who will use the internet for learning about the world and not what kind of sandwhich someone is eating.
when you see someone you used to talk to
lovelylilli:
his facee aww =’]
Why are you so...?
Quiet? I just don’t have much to say. I’ve written everything away.
What you know bout them nightterrors, nothing.
Just keep telling yourself it's ok, you'll believe...
Thanks tumblr.
Here’s to a year of creativity, openess and memories recorded.
<3
Everything about me is normal in a weird way.
“What if you were sitting across the room from your heart, and you could reach...”
– “I was od high when I wrote that.” - Sima
I’m an ordinary person with terrible thoughts and hidden agendas.
ANASFWG.
Why do I bother explaining myself to you? Apparently I suck and should die; oh was I not suppose to remember that last line?
If I kept you around for your money I wouldn’t have all the jobs I do. I wouldn’t have to leave the job I absolutely love to go work in a store that smells like it’s own perfume all the time.
Once again I don’t need this shit from you. I don’t...
T-Shirts...
So, hey. I finally threw away your t-shirt. I wasn’t keeping it on purpose or anything. I just forgot it was there, just like I forgot about a lot of things. It still smelled like you; that sounds so creepy. But it reminded me of everything and I smiled and just let it go. Which felt great.
So…yeah. Hey.
I hate stuff.
I hate how my plans are yet again derailed because you hate your life and in the process hate me.
I hate living in a house where one job means I'm...
And don’t try telling me that “all spanish moms say that” crap on me. No mom should say that about a kid who has worked since she was 14, had two full time jobs at one point and had to quit because of a mental breakdown. A person who has to fight herself to enjoy her life and understand that it’s not her fault that her mother hates her life and criticizes mine. A college...