February 2010
I hate
when you text someone and they don’t get back to you for hours. By the time you finally respond back to me I really could care less about our conversation. I hate when I can’t tell who the hell a person is off of their tumblr. I hate checking my phone a thousand times and being so reliant on technology. I hate wanting something I know I shouldn’t, which is just about 99.9% of the time. I...
January 2010
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My computer eats crack for lunch.
I popped in Mothership and all of the song titles were in Chinese. I popped in Abbey Road and my computer didn’t even recognize it as an accessible album. It perceived it as though it was a redolent of a mix tape. I’ve always been down for the chill mellow love we’ve been hopped up on these past three years, MacBook. Don’t get me wrong. I love the love you give me. But stop...
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You being alive is enough reason to love.
I would like to thank Becca, Liz, Jay, Kayla, Aoife, Courtney, Katie, Sam, Keiley and all the seniors in my bio class for genuine care and/or help. I would have broken down 6 additional times today without kind-hearted people like you. My foot is all swollen. UGH! I have impulses and they arent good ones. I’m thinking of only posting some of my formspring answers on my tumblr. I’m...
Fuck
UGH! I cannot do this.
I need me a phone call from Sam.
NOW!
Fml. I must wait another hour.
HAHAHA
Me: Mom, Brutus and I are lovers!
Mom gives me a very troubled look.
Mom: You mean you are in love with Brutus?
Me: Huh? Oh...OH...EW...OH-MY-GOD!
I started rolling around on the floor in tears from laughter.
I love when I say something totally and entirely immoral and don't even recognize it.
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Do one thing every day that scares you.
– Eleanor Roosevelt
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Sometimes you just got to know when to give up.
– -King of California
Somtimes I really do despise myself for being so god damn stubborn.
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Thats not me.
Those tears that drape that face. That haggard grin. The self-consciousness. The trembling. The craving. The love. The hate. The scars. The bruses. The laughs. That smile.
All I want to do is sit on a hill. With flowers and shading trees. Overlooking nothing. With an oversized t-shirt and a paint brush in my hand. I could close my eyes now and see it all before me. The colors holding my skin,...