My Favorite Song to Run To!
kristinaruns: “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from the Mulan soundtrack! haha.
Seriously, somebody get me out of here.
Very few people understand me. Very few people listen. In this town, fewer stay around and a smaller number actually care.
frozenfoods: i am very nervous for 2013 because 2+0+1+3= 6 and do you know how many nipples hitler would have if he had 4 more??? thats right 6
All you do is shut me down. Why do I even bother?
I fucking hate this. All of it.
what i want to do when someone says that track and...
Me: Wow, I'm home alone.
Me: *In the shower* I WISH THAT I HAD JESSIE'S GIRL
Me: *Into a hairbrush* NO YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF
Me: *Running around the house* TONI-I-I-I-I-IGHT WE ARE YOUNG
Me: *Upside down, balancing herself on the couch* IM FEELIN' SEXY AND FREEE
Me: *Making microwave popcorn* BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE
Family: *comes home*
Me: *Locks herself in room and goes on Tumblr*
Gosh. I just need to take a deep breath and remember that it could be worse. I don’t know why I look at that stuff anymore. It is bound to upset me. But, hey, I tend to lean towards what’s negative, right?
Fuck You and Fuck Trenton.
I wish you would have done something, jerk. Then I would have seen so much earlier what a shitty position I was in. If you are stuck wondering why you chose me I sincerely apologize for being there for you and listening to your rants and sticking up for you time and time again. History won’t repeat itself.
Congratulations, Life, you have succeeded in...
I look at what I have now and then I think back to what he said to me. Was it all real? Was it just a figment of my imagination that everyone allowed me to believe, thinking that they could protect me through the lies? I would rather know. I would rather be aware that there is a flaw in my perception than to be told lies I fail to see through. All I heard were things like “Oh, he loves you...
I am secretly afraid of many things. I fear a violent death. I fear drowning. I fear not adding up. I fear the future. And most of all, I fear that one day you’ll realize just how ordinary I am and leave.
Honey, I'm not a bullet-proof vest. →
ponderingcomplications: There was a time when I had used my fingers to mend and soothe away all tragedies that lingered. I had my lips in a crescent, the moon caressed my smile, and my eyes shone like the stars free from any guile. But honey, when the sun rose and set upon your face, I eagerly (too eagerly) fell in…
Writing a short story.
Because I feel as though a short story is a kick butt way to become successful off of something that nearly left you with nothing.
I’m talking about fate here - when feelings are so powerful it’s as...
If it is meant to be, our hearts will find each other when we meet. And if our...– Unknown
Sometimes I need to express myself to stay sane....
I do not use tumblr to give people hell.
I use it to remind myself that I am human. That what I am feeling has been felt before. That what I’ve experienced does not make me broken. I write because when I write everything makes sense again. Because I do not hid what I think. Because I do not hide what I feel. I spell out my fears and my sorrows because I bottle them up every other time. Because, in real life, it hurts. Because it...