August 2011
there are times that i am reminded of how beautiful people can be
and i just want to cry.
i am not just some girl
megamonster:
in a city you pass through. i am one of the greatest girls in the world. i put myself up on a pedestal because when you were up there i was sad. now i know better. i am a catch. you’re not even in this league, you’re just a child. wisdom is wasted on you and i won’t be anymore.
aw thank you Diane! <3
“i only wanted what everyone wanted since bras started burning up ribs in the...”
Don’t let circumstance blind you from the truth.
July 2011
i don’t like it when people limit my choices when something happens.
they say you can either A
or you can B
well fuck you. i could also run around in my underwear flying kites. possibilities are limitless and only stupid, cowardly men try to say they aren’t.
ranting
Friends aren’t something you have to stroke your ego, they are not your fan club or a number on your friends list. Real friends are honest even when it hurts and instead of being a wuss you should be thankful that anyone gives a fuck at all. If you can’t hear the facts because they hurt, then change them. IF YOU DON’T LIKE WHAT YOU’RE HEARING ABOUT YOURSELF IT’S NO...
idgaf
Dinosaurs (the tv show) effing rules.
and you can’t say it doesn’t because then we’ll all know you’re a stupid re re with no future.
yes, i am soberly typing this out. refer to the title.
i’m so grouchy and i don’t even want to be friends with anyone.
maybe a few
but still
go away.
i can't wait until winter
when everyone is bundled up and depressed and have things of substance to say.
“well i used a rhyming dictionary, but it only gives you options! The job of the...”
– Milhouse
Mm boy you look good with that accent on.
“Any people anywhere, being inclined and having the power, have the right to rise...”
– Abraham Lincoln
“From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some trans-Atlantic...”
– Abraham Lincoln
my forearms feel heavy
and i’m thinking a lot about paint.
prolllllygonnagobuysomecansandpenstomorrow, my neighborhood is looking a little beige.
Knock knock.
Who’s there? To. To who? To whom.
tumblr
must not take me seriously
because i look back at old posts i know people liked
and there a 0 notes
fuck you then tumblr.
“i drink less, cause lord knows i could use a warm kiss instead of a cold...”
a pine street memory
some nights, usually this late, the boy upstairs plays guitar and sings, very beautifully. i mute the tv and just listen.
it feels hopelessly romantic.
and i like it that way.
i love this .gif →
keep my name out of your mouth
so your name never makes it to my ears.
I HAVE DOUBLE VISION RIGHT NOW
which makes it look like i have dual screens
which is something i have always wanted
thank you whiskey
