May 2011
You can’t ever grow out of rudeness apparently.
You know who’s awesome?
All my friends. They have their moments, but when those moments are over they are pretty neat-o.
Staying long enough at his house so my new shirt...
Delightful.
I can’t make my own decisions Or make any with precision Well, maybe you should tie me up So I don’t go where you don’t want me You say that I’ve been changing That I’m not just simply aging Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat You don’t have to believe me But the way I, way I see it Next time you point a finger ...
When I am sad I listen to Ingrid Michaelson and...
I'm too fucking pretty to have these bags under my...
I just say that to make myself feel better. I’m not that vain.
I really just hate people thinking that I have been crying my eyes out.
Don’t make me want to leave forever. Don’t hand me your .22. You’ll kill me before then anyway. You are killing me. I try so hard for you and I don’t think you realize it. I want to keep on believing your excuses but its so hard when it hurts so much. Don’t fucking hit me. DON’T FUCKING HIT ME. The mountains are so green right now and the water is flowing so...
I take that back.
I don’t know why, but now whenever my dad drinks and then tries to have conversation with me, I just get pissed off.
We're all full of so much shit.
Here’s a picture of you and I.
It’s a picture of us with our pale ears listening intently to the sounds of space commands. There’s our minds filled with thoughts that we can’t share across the phone. There’s us with our bumps and bruises from enthusiasm.
I can only guess sometimes at what you look like now, but I still picture you the way I did months ago. Perhaps...
Everything is happening for a reason
Just look around and count the things that fall into place so gracefully.
Prom is in less than a week, I am excited. I’m not excited about having to come home with Marc and have him sleep on the opposite end of the house.
Stuck in my head FOREVER →
I hate telling my dad important things when he has been drinking. He always hears me wrong or everything he hears me say is “I have sex all the time”.
My cat my cat my cat is sick.
He’s kind of my fuzzy little child and I love him to freaking death. So of course he is not in any danger of dying but I spend the day worrying about him. One person even asked me what was wrong. I told him my kitty was at the vet’s and it was weird because some people think “it’s just a freaking cat” but he’s a living thing that I...
Tried watching (listening to) SeaNanners today because one of my friends talks about him constantly. I think I have to be a 1) gamer and 2) male to understand the attraction.
Dear Tumblr,
Allergies. The end.
This week I am in a “leave me alone everyone” mood. I just really don’t want to be touched. Today I fell asleep in two classes and after school mom took me to my Aunt’s house and now I smell like stale cigarette smoke. Now I have a headache and can’t sleep. I am also home alone and the ghosts will eat me if I leave the room.
Stop breathing my oxygen. I really need everyone to get out of my space.
200th post.
Also Danger Days is really good.
Do Better-Say Anything. Enough said.
I am not going to say “people disgust me” because some people don’t. But there are some people that I just can’t stand.
Seriously, when at church can you at least TRY to be nice to people. Not because its church, but because a lot of people are around and can hear you.
Also, just because your friend does it, doesn’t make it okay that ONE TIME. If you can’t...
“Blow a kiss at the methane skies
See the rust through your playground eyes...”
– S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W- My Chemical Romance
Alright stress dreams, we have to stop this nonsense.
Working on chemistry projects and listening to the new My Chemical Romance album. Unintentional plz.
Also here is this week’s wardrobe decay.
Wednesday: Black pencil skirt, pink ruffly, black bussiness-y jacket with lizard label pin, hair bow, ring and sparkly necklace. Red flats.
Thursday: J Crew peasanty long sleeve jacket, black tank top under it (to preserve classiness), nice necklace, blue skinny jeans and cat shoes.
Friday: Baggiest star wars t-shirt, favorite jeans ripped all to...
First AP exam of my life, first big exam of my life. STRESSTRESSSTRESSSTREESS.
Stop demanding respect when you never give it to anyone except yourself.
Today has been one massive headache.
There was waaaaaaaaay too much arguing and only part of it had anything to do with Osama Bin Laden. There comes a point in arguments where it does not make any sense anymore. There are also some times where it is inappropriate to argue.
And if you aren’t going to take the other person’s opinion seriously, DON’T ARGUE WITH THEM.
