October 2009
Ominous much?
My engraved silver heart necklace just fell to the floor.
I’m scared.
I’m scared.
I’m scared.
I’m scared.
And I have no one. No support system.
What if somethings wrong?
With me.
With this pumping vital organ fiddling around in my chest.
“I got soul but I’m not a soldier.”
– The Killers
“Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And...”
– The Killers
September 2009
underneath it all
lillaaady:
ahh he’s got me trippin.
lol.. something i can’t get over every time i think or a wolf or something hairy.
“OMG! I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE READ THAT BOOK! I’VE KNOWN PEOPLE WHO HAVE READ THAT BOOK AND SAID IT WASN’T PLEASANT! HOW COULD SHE READ THAT?!”
HAHAHA, i love the rides home.
it wasn’t even about a book. that’s the best part. i love you, jew.
and kawakie.
annnyyywaaayyys,...
To her (She Knows Who She Is)
aneverydayreminder:
To the girl who is beautiful and doesn’t think she is
To the girl who he wishes was his.
To the girl who hears his voice and her heart aches,
To the girl with with the pure heart that he so easily breaks.
He shatters her world and crumbles it in two,
I would like to say to her he in no way deserves you.
You make people laugh when all they want to do is cry,
Your a...
Levels
samisblog:
“I feel nervous when people casually touch me—hugs, grabbing my arm, arms around shoulder or back, playful tickling. Not that I’m afraid of people touching me, I’m just not an intimate person unless my level of comfort with whoever is very high. Feeling like I’m being pressured to do anything makes me incredibly nervous—pressure for time, to say something to someone, sexually. I...
Goobreee(Aubree),
Terence Neil would like your book City of Bones(or something of the nature)!
150 Words. Part V
Here’s to the kids who have always been lovers of words. The ones who drank coffee like water before cafes became a hipster revolution. The kids who wear glasses because they actually need them. The awkward, obsessive, two left feet kids who don’t force any reaction of clumsiness. To the kids who still write in journals and don’t upload everything they write to a social network....
lets go, on aim, old school, righh now
skeletonbri
I’ve got two assignments to finish and I’m procrastinating. Talk to me and help me not get my work done. :D
GO!
“Life is not perfect, and never will be. You just have to make the very best of...”
– Graham Nash for Wisdom Book
I just want someone to see I’m sad. And that I still feel like a little kid and that I miss my old friends and I’m tired of feeling so stuck. I feel like I don’t know who God is and that he continues to bless me because He pities me. I miss church and feeling close to God and having friends that encouraged me. Everyone is moving so fast and I’m standing in the same...
i got my knuckles bruised
When the Earth closes her shutters and turns her night lights on and I’m alone with a cup of coffee and an empty house I sometimes think of him. I remember when my days blurred into evenings and then into nights and finally into dewy mornings. His voice, smile, thoughts, feelings, presence or absence filled my life. I remember the cuddle names when I was getting tired, the stern voice when...
I am okay with whatever the hell you want to do, want to be, your opinions on religion, politics and sex.
If you were anyone else maybe not. But if you come to me tomorrow and say you want to be a drug dealer, you wish Bush were still president, you want to be a lesbian, you don’t think God is real:
I couldn’t love you any less.
because we is best friends. :]
colder than my heart (if you can imagine)
timetogo:
I love this song. So my weekend, was quite eventful. friday, i came home from school. took a nap. got up, did laundry. rushed around getting all of my clothes together since i knew i was going to be gone for a couple days. drove to eric’s cause he wanted to see me before i left. he was really worried about me going. then off to gainsville.
I was driving. I had a freshly charged ipod,...
lovebug:
...
I watched the Beatles segment on VH1 with my moms, who is 50 something or another. Every now and then they would show snips of them singing at stadiums.
I’m sitting in the rocking chair and she’s on the farthest end of the couch.
Me: I love them.
Mama: What do you mean?
Me: I love them, they’re are possibly, no definitely my favorite band ever.
Mama: Are you kidding me?
Pause...
“What affects me is his quality of the real universe, the divine, magical,...”
– C.S. Lewis (via suzywire)
