Okay, it’s 4:31 PM Time to do hw? Well… I’d assume so but I know I’ll find myself back on tumblr within a few minutes. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to pretend I’m studying.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything it is because we are...– Sylvia Plath (via misterchu)
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I...– Franz Kafka
Don’t hurt yourself, kid. Life is too long for that. And no, you won’t die tomorrow. You know you won’t. That kind of chance doesn’t work in your favor. So don’t love, and don’t hurt. It’s not worth it.
I am afraid. Always; afraid.
Give me some gum.
Tell me I'm beautiful.
No, you don't mean it.
Yes, I do! You are the most beautiful person in the world!
No, I don't beleive you.
You're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful.
I still don't beleive you....But here's the gum.
You're beautiful I swear!
I MISS MY BEST FRIENDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.– Sylvia Plath
take me back to the time when sadness was not so abundant when i did not constantly feel like a puddle of blood and saliva take me back
I cried and cried and cried I cried about the time in the third grade when my shoes were stolen and no one did anything about it I cried remembering the time i confessed my love to Andy and he decided not to love me back I cried because everything is no longer mental its physical because i love you and you know it and you don’t care because i wrote this down and you won’t see it and...
Okay that’s it. I’m going to get some cats.
je suis triste. the weather is perfect for a suicide, yes?
just going to sit in my underwear, drinking root beer and listening to fiest. maybe someone will love me some day. ‘a sadness so real that it populates the city and leaves you homeless.’
let me tell you something about possession: never let a man dictate your...– Marty McConnell
not everything is about you.
yes it is.
I’m just so sick of spending time with myself. I’m tired of living inside my head.
LOL So I just watched this commercial where a mother was letting her son play in the dirt… and I was 100% sure it was going to be about soap or something, but then she’s like ‘I make sure to keep him clean by GIVING HIM GOOD MILK!” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA Bitch, give him a shower! Not milk…
“She’s got way too many C’s… I know she wants to go to Reed, but with grades like this.. there’s just no way.” WHY YOU GOTTA SAY THINGS LIKE THAT? WHYYYYYY?
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Nothing makes me happier than getting such good feedback on my college essay. I’ve labored on this bitch for an entire month now. I’m just glad I finally got it right!
Spending time with Michael was probably the highlight of my month. Why can’t all weekends be this good?
I couldn’t be both a lover and an artist, so I decided to be an artist only.– Robert Bly (via theparisreview)
um why is everyone out partying this weekend except me? FOREVER AT HOME. LOOOOOOOOOL.
i havent changed my clothes because i dont give a shit. i dont want to fall in love with you. why is it so early i am so tired. i dont wanna be 12 years old and sleep so damn early. i want to watch a single man cuz it comes on soon. okay maybe i like you a little bit but its not like we are going to fuck so i’ll see you later. ugh im so tired. im typing so awkwardly my hands are so awkward....
carbon monoxide. no one will notice we’re gone.
I just said 'fuck you.' and it was harsh, and I was serious I think.
oh that's not good...
yeah I know... ugh I'm so stupid.
So what did he do? Walk away?
no, he didn't really respond at first but then he tried to like make light of the whole situation. Laughing at me and calling me clumsy and stuff. He was just making it seem like it was really...nothing.
well hey that's good! I'm actually surprised to hear he reacted that way. It sounds like he handled it perfectly.
I know. He's so perfect. What am I going to do?
sometimes I think to myself…. “Why didn’t I do this shit earlier?” then I’m like… oh yeah, i was up all night, probably crying over my grandmothers death, chain smoking my way out of sadness, fighting with my family, thinking about everything I’ve lost, trying to breathe, trying to swim, breathe, swim, breathe, swim…. realizing that nothing is going...
Sooner or later in life everyone discovers that perfect happiness is...– Primo Levi, Survival in Auschwitz (via whiskey river)
Reason is the slave of passion,– Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via ffemmefatale)
[10/26/11] 'Seasons of the Present' (Written by...
We get our luck from timber smells, cigarette fingers and salty smiles photograph We exist for things unexplained and questions unanswered Mirroring each other in our graveyard thoughts We’ve got hearts but we don’t gulp We spit out feelings and drown them in the kitchen sink We’ve got our cards, but we don’t know how to play them So we shuffle till our hands turn gray and...
I don’t know the right things to say. I’m frustrated because I’m all out of cigarettes and I’m not sure what friendship means anymore. I’ve got essays to write and ideas to form and I’ve got to come up with good ways to stay sane. I don’t want to take care of you, I don’t want to take care of things. I don’t want to live for anyone else but me....
themusiclibrary: The Lion’s Roar - First Aid...
Ugh I just unintentionally took a nap.
Embrace nothing: If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. If you meet your...– Buddha Gautama Siddharta Attachment is the root of all suffering… (via lifewillkillusall)
“I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible—- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.” Charles Bukowski
note to thyself:
You do not have abs…you just think you have abs. Get abs.