March 2013
1 post
My Favorite Song to Run To!
kristinaruns: “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from the Mulan soundtrack! haha.
Mar 19th
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February 2013
1 post
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.
Feb 23rd
January 2013
5 posts
Jan 28th
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Jan 28th
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Jan 1st
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Jan 1st
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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
Jan 1st
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September 2012
8 posts
Sep 30th
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Sep 30th
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Sep 30th
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Sep 30th
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Sep 30th
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Sep 30th
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Sep 30th
18 notes
All you do is shut me down. Why do I even bother?
Sep 27th
August 2012
3 posts
I fucking hate this. All of it.
Aug 31st
Aug 26th
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Aug 26th
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July 2012
20 posts
Jul 23rd
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Jul 16th
what i want to do when someone says that track and...
whatshouldrunnerscallme:
Jul 10th
242 notes
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*
Jul 10th
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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? 
Jul 10th
Jul 10th
1,160 notes
1 tag
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. 
Jul 10th
Jul 10th
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3 tags
Congratulations, Life, you have succeeded in...
Jul 10th
Jul 10th
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3 tags
Perception
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...
Jul 10th
4 tags
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.
Jul 9th
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Jul 9th
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Jul 9th
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Jul 5th
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Jul 5th
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Jul 5th
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Jul 5th
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Jul 4th
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Jul 4th
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June 2012
22 posts
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…
Jun 26th
130 notes
3 tags
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. 
Jun 26th
Jun 26th
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Jun 26th
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Jun 26th
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Jun 26th
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“I’m talking about fate here - when feelings are so powerful it’s as...”
Jun 20th
“If it is meant to be, our hearts will find each other when we meet. And if our...”
– Unknown
Jun 20th
Sometimes I need to express myself to stay sane....
Jun 18th
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...
Jun 18th
Jun 18th
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Jun 18th
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