just walked by a ridiculously sexy girl
people are always talking about how they hide their emotions by pretending they’re happy and it’s so fake and all of that stuff. you know what i mean, it’s become very cliche. i don’t understand this either.. tonight something happened that would have had most people - even the aforementioned pretenders extraordinaire - you know, like, breaking down or something. at least a...
baby it’s over, won’t you come over? the lights are low at my place...– lifetime. haircuts and t-shirts. FUCK. YEAH.
why i don't think i will ever marry
i’m extremely independent, to a degree that i think most people aren’t able to handle. i need space, and plenty of it. yeah i enjoy doing things with people, but i need to have a few hours a day to myself, otherwise i get a little fed up. i honestly don’t understand people who are clingy or needy. i don’t judge them and i don’t try not to be friends with them or...
i guess from now on if a boy wants to date me, he’d better own a...– am i just a wee bit baked or is that actually pretty clever?
maybe…? i mean, could that perhaps be the reason i haven’t found it yet? because it’s everywhere and all the time, right in front of my face? i never thought of myself as particularly talented, but…maybe the people who do are right?
i've sold my soul to the pharmaceutical companies
and i’m wondering if maybe this isn’t the best thing, if maybe it would be better to stop attempting to force myself into the more conventional routine enjoyed by normal people everywhere and just figure something else out. i think life would probably be much easier if i could figure out how to work with this stupid fucking disease rather than against it. i mean, what is so great about...
i remember when days passed slowly and the world was full of lost teeth and newfound dreams and endless possibility and i was free.
i'm cold and...
…i miss my babygirlll …i’ve started packing to return to PSU so i can give this another shot, but i need to change my schedule and order my books and shit. and if this semester doesn’t work out, i’ll probably eventually be applying to paier college of art, right here in good ol’ connecticut. i dunno, maybe that wouldn’t be the worst possible scenario. ...
if there were no laughter, it would not be Tao.
what do i do now.
i just woke up. okay, not just, but maybe like a half hour ago. i promise it wasn’t because i’m lazy or anything; i don’t know if i really want to go into depth with it here but the reason was valid: had to go back to an old routine because i had reason to suspect that the new one was going to hurt me. and now the day’s half gone. meh. oh well, i’ll find something to...
i don't knooooow
i don’t want to be stuck here but. i don’t know if i really can handle being somewhere else. i don’t know if i deserve that. if i can’t stand up and just.. do something you know what? this is screwing with my Tao, and i need to go and get a hold of myself.
time was passing like a hand waving from a train i wanted to be on. i hope you...– jonathan safran foer. extremely loud and incredibly close
i’m right on the line that divides sleep/wake. i don’t know why, but i started thinking about december 09 when i had the sleep study and how i started to fall asleep before they could even get everything set up and the electrodes and shit attached to me, and the next day was the MSLT and every time the nap was over when they asked if i had slept i said no, two out of four times. then...
Reblog if you believe true love has no gender.
portrait of a goddamn moron.
highlights from an actual conversation i had last night. i’ve corrected the grammar because it would bother me not to. “let me text you.” any halfway decent person asks for someone’s number. and anyway, i don’t really feel attracted to guys lately (and he was only reinforcing that), so i told him that. you want to know what he said? “cause you haven’t...
don't you love it when
you give someone a kiss, and you’re surprised by how soft their lips are? because that totally happened to me today. x]
what a stupid comparison
“arguing on the internet is like the special olympics: even if you win, you’re still retarded.” i don’t understand this. i mean, you could win a nobel prize, and you’d still be whatever you were prior to that. so if you were retarded and you won a nobel prize or an argument on the internet, guess what, nothing would have changed. there is no prize or competition that...
this year will be a success story. not that this past one was entirely a failure story; it wasn’t, some really great things have materialized in my life over the last twelve months along with plenty of setbacks, downfalls, hardships and overall exhaustion. and i know everyone gets idealistic at this time. “i’m going to go to the gym, i’m going to lose forty pounds,...