November 2009
101 posts
when i was younger, i wish that i would’ve known better.
I won’t get obsessed again. I promise.
Tomorrow is the first holiday I’ve had to face since my parents split up,
and I think I would telling a lie if I said I wasn’t completely nervous; I don’t like new things, this is too new.
You’ve got your mouth. It’s a weapon. It’s a bombshell. It’s a cannon. You’ve got my words.
I really wish people would start being a little nicer, I think it would solve a lot of problems <3
12705.) I say that compliments make me...
rundreamrun:
(via blogsecret)
I just want you to look my way sometimes.
My mind is straying once again, hearing voices whisper in my head, in the dark this is all thats left.
There’s a hole ripping through my chest.
My day sucked.
I hope yours was wonderful.
I’m existing, just sucking air, nothing else.
12533.) I’m fucked up. And I’m okay with that.
(via blogsecret)
Andrew: You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Andrew: You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.
I have to go to the vet…again. This is making me sad, ngl.
reblog if you actually take time to make sure the...
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wtfnicolemichele:
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My mom is going to get mad soon. She’ll get mad because she can’t find a place that carries the damn medicine we need for my dog, then she’ll get mad because the dog outside won’t stop crying. After that it will go on and on; she’ll be mad because my room is messy, because I’m on the computer, because I’m typing too much, because I ‘never do anything...
To do today:
Take loads of pictures, while attempting to complete my photo project at some point.
Make a flickr account?
Work on writing my book
Go get my hair cut
Take pictures of aspiring actors
I don’t know what I feel anymore.
Why am I up? I shouldn’t be up, not if I have to help with some stupid photoshoot tomorrow. But knowing him he’ll bail and say he knew I didn’t want to do it, even though I do. He always pulls that shit with me, always. I think I’m starting to hate him, or strongly dislike him.
I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will work on this novel, and I will finish it. I will...
If I said I didn’t care anymore, I think I’d be telling a lie. If I said I wasn’t disappointed in you, I’d be telling a lie.
What have I accomplished today? Nothing. Oh wait - I took my dog to the vet because my other dog screwed her face up. It looked horrible. And I can’t forget that I took a billion pictures today. My dogs are awesome models. Ha.
You're a joke,
and not a very funny one at that.
@hellorobots,
floppystar:
ty for following:)★
whered you find me?:)
I can’t remember, crap I have bad memory:/
I just know that I liked your stuff a lot :d lols.
Mom, it’s okay that I don’t want to watch the damn show with you. And you don’t have to keep talking to the TV to try to get me in the room so you can talk to me…
I don’t like how much my mother likes to talk. It would almost ruin my mood, if I wasn’t excited about playing around with this Nikon D80. Ha.
“Act
on your impulse,
swallow the bottle,
cut a little deeper,
put the gun to...”
– Ellen Hopkins
For once we just talked, no fighting. It was nice. I think I liked it… The fact that I don’t like change just keeps getting in the way, and that was big change for us.
I’m so tired of having the same nightmare, over and over.
I’m starting to really hate it when people are trying to talk to me and don’t even think that maybe, just maybe, I can’t hear them because I’m on the other side of the fucking house.
Reblog if your a vegetarian.
not-just-an-urban-outfitter:
famouslastword:
vegetarianzombie:
ijustwannabefree:
drowninglessonss:
I’m just wondering. :)
Today was so slow. I was a total asshole to this kid I really want to be friends with. My friend enjoyed this cake that I made for her. I spent 8 hours on it. I’m glad that I like to bake so much…and that I’m pretty good at it? Haha. But anywaays, the whole cake thing made my day totally worth it! I don’t want my mother to come home, and that makes me feel like a terrible...
I need to go wash my hair, read Huck Finn, and work on my book. Tonight would be such a good night to pull an all nighter, however I have to wake up early tomorrow. Blah. I better get my new camera tomorrow, or else that man is a very big jerk to get my hopes so high. Ha.
I need to find my way back to the start.