October 2010
And who do you think you are running ‘round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul So don’t come back for me Who do you think you are?
“You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing...”
– Sylvia Plath
“Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.”
– Margaret Atwood (via thechocolatebrigade)
So,
A) I have just reached 232 followers. I don’t mean to gush but you guys are all so amazing and wonderful and superb and fantastic. This made my day. I wish I could thank each and every one of you individual but this will have to suffice… Thank you all so so much! :’)
and
B) I start the Master Cleanse diet tomorrow. :| Thanks, mom.
I'm tired and it is time.
September 2010
When does this go away? Will it ever? I don’t even know how or what to think anymore. Everything is so wrong. It wasn’t supposed to be this way… but then again, what was was it supposed to be? I am so tired of this. This constant push and pull. This constant longing to fall off the face of the earth, and keep falling. What is this? No, you don’t understand. You don’t...
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rickytheplatypus:
-slowdownbabyy:
xoxo-littlemonster-ash:
justtbreathe:
-glitteronthefloor:
everytime-you-lie:
I have so much shit on my desktop.
I am actually about to log off tumblr
For the first time in weeks I am serious about this homework I’m gonna rape it in the face
IN THE FACE
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rickytheplatypus:
Random thought. people on facebook are so nice there, but in reality, they really don’t give a rat’s ass about the people that they compliment.
or maybe i’m just being really angry and pessimistic about high school lately.
oh well.
What I want to do to 90 percent of the people in our school:
