April 2010
March 2010
so the guy that i've liked for a long time who i'm good friends with just called to tell me really happily that he's going out with the girl he likes (and the one i've been giving him advice on for the past month or so)
i should feel sad i guess, or disappointed, cheated, but for some reason i don’t feel anything
i faked some enthusiasm for him, and i told him i’m so happy for you and i knew for sure you were always gonna win her over anyway, but when i put the phone down i wasn’t happy for him, but i wasn’t sad either. i just kind of wanted to finish doing my homework and sleep.
do you get what i mean?
it’s so strange, i’ve liked him for so long
I SHOULD FEEL SOMETHING
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
i need to remember this
i feel pretty today for the first time in a long time
The best dreams I've had I had during naps I wasn't supposed to be taking.
Skies shearing wide-open jagged like saws, a grit-your-teeth tearing like a woman giving birth, silk ripping and rippling like salt ocean waves falling back and revealing twilit skyscapes that make me feel small. Stars burning all around me falling falling like meteors of molten gold, and the air is burning my lungs are ash, the marrows of my bones have started boiling, why do you look so scared, are you cold? The best feeling in he world is evaporating, reversion back to stardust like we were always meant to. Twenty twelve and earthquakes snapping this planet in half, terrorists with gritty hair and cloudy eyes, earth beneath us crumbling like biscuits made too dry, in these dreams all these thoughts and wishes and fears are all the same, shimmering and deadly; we have all become burnt ozone.
please please let the health care bill pass
REBLOG IF YOU THINK WE SHOULD ALL SKIP SCHOOL TOMORROW AND BECOME BEST FRIENDS AND TRAVEL THE WORLD TOGETHER AND TAKE PICTURES OF EVERYTHING AND TELL ONE ANOTHER OUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRETS ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT WE'RE ALL DREAMING AND THAT LIFE ISN'T EVER GOING TO BE THE WAY WE WANT IT TO BE.
(via fuckyeahprettygirls)
whatever the mess you are you're mine, okay
“When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.”
—Joss Whedon (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via feargall) (via sugarspun)
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There are times when I’ll be with a group of people and the entire time my mind will race about what those people are thinking about me, especially if it’s a group of people who I think doesn’t like me. And as a product of that I’ll be so quiet, and people usually mistake that for me being a bitch…
same… just somebody looking at me wrong in the morning could ruin my whole day
and i know i overthink things but i can’t stop
i really like it when it rains and i'm in the car with the wipers on and i look out the window and see all these other cars with their wipers on. or when at school somebody drops a pencil and a person they don't know happens to pick it up for them.
then it feels like we’re all in this together
i can’t really explain
Play
there's a judged school band festival tomorrow and i have five solos and i can't play two of them
i mean i can but only when i’m really comfortable and not under those stage lights, and i can hit the high notes only sometimes
oh my god oh my god :(
