February 2011
January 2011
While walking with your friends...
heartgrenade:
… Cool boys and their friends
… Cool girls and their friends
… You and your friends
LOLOLO. GUIIISE.
\Messages from a PMSing Girl.
I don’t know. I think it’s my PMSing, I literally felt my mood go from happy liek hell to sad and angry in a matter of seconds. -_- It’s all that fool’s fault for being such an ass. I’m going to stop talking to him, because he clearly dislikes me. Okay, so back to the subject.
I know it’s wrong for me to act this way, but then when I try not to, I get annoyed...
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I sense my period drawing near. My wrath shall be unleashed!
Life's sense of humor?
Irony.
Money does not buy happiness, but it pays my...
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In order to love myself, I have to love everything around me. I realize that I care too much, like way too much; to a point where i even care about what I put on Tumblr. That’s not right, I should be able to scream to the world and not give a flying fuck, right? I don’t want to care anymore. So here goes;
Problem: Honestly, I compare myself to others and I look at others to compare...
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Geometry in a nutshell.
Everybody’s day/life/whatever is a parallel line. If you put a whole bunch of parallel lines together, they’re all parallel to each other. That’s what life is like; a highway of lines that either clash when transversals ravage and slice through them to produce infinite lines from exterior angles, or they never even notice each other. The angles cut through parallel lines, and...
duct tape and staples.
So i’m going to try to type out whatever pops up into my head. Whether the grammar sucks or not, I’m still going to type it out. When I talk half the time, nobody is listening or people just doesn’t care. That makes me sad. I always feel like whenever the words leave my mouth it is muffled by something and I can’t even hear myelf speak. Why is that? Why can’t I hear...
Reblog if you are naked under your clothes.
-gasps- NO!
I daresay;
I love it when people come to me with their problems, but you also have to know when to tackle and eventually conquer them. Just tell me you can and I’ll be able to stand there and bear it with you, but you have to reach at least that level of mentality first. If you refuse to listen to my advice, then form your own advice to go by. Reach that state of enlightenment and I’ll support...
I'll be in a car and see some grafitti,
katrinasgotswagga:
And I’ll think “How the fuck do they get up that high?”
IKR .
or on the BART tunnel walls -_-.
It's just a phase.
Don’t be too discouraged. I tend to do this to a lot of people, eventually, I’ll get used to you, so don’t think I hate you. I’m just a bitch once you get to know me and if you can get passed that bitchy side of me to where I won’t be defensive around you, you might as well be my sibling. I’ll apologize in advance for my angry-temper fits.
It's getting harder and harder to breathe.
whisperingtrees:
Ever since practice ended, my chest has been hurting every time I breathe in. It doesn’t help that I have a stuffy nose, meaning I can only breathe through my mouth. And my cough got worse.
Im coughing too!