May 2010
April 2010
Anything can happen. But most always, just normal things happen, and people have...
– The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, David Wroblewski (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
Today I Lived: 806. →
I realized that I did not need you. Today, I lived as myself for the first time. I cut off all the strings you had attached yourself on to me. I let go, I let the past be the past and not ruin the present. I walked past you feeling as strong as I felt. I realized that I am better off without, you weren’t the reason I was happy, you weren’t the reason why I smiled, you weren’t the reason why I got...
Don’t be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don’t...
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I forgot to put on my heels D:
Hopefully they’re broken-in enough. I mean, I’ve been wearing them for like two days. I called three fucking social workers today, and got three voicemails. >____< Fock. Hopefully at least one calls back AND will be okay with me shadowing. Powderpuff game tonight! I gots to take my camera and take a bazillion pictures of sister. I need a gosh darn case though. |: SAT/ACT test...
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High school. Lets face it. It’s a shark tank. Don’t worry, I’m here to help. To survive high school, you MUST be popular. How else would you get by? So to be popular, girls, you NEED to be slutty. This isn’t church, you need to get the smallest shorts you can find. The more your ass cheek hangs out, the better. Like I said, high school is tough. you know who will come out on top? The sluts of...
I don't need one.
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tammysaywhat:
Once again I got asked if I had gotten a boyfriend yet. I said no. They asked why. I answered with: For what? I remember some girl told me she felt sorry for me because I told her I’ve never gotten one. I actually laughed out loud at her remark. I’m perfectly okay with it. All the guys I’ve talked to turn out to be idiots. If I have to wait until I...
That’s what it was to be alive. To move about in a cloud of ignorance; to go up...
– Simon Stimson, Our Town (via k-tizzle)
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you...
– Pablo Neruda (via 500daysofkissingmypillow)