February 2012
13 posts
Every so often
I think of us, what we have, its undeniable magnitude—
and I question my lack of faith. It’s a brief, fluttery feeling, estinguished by my logic and common sense.
But I just want you to know that you make me wonder.
Shmily →
The sweetest little love story.
Watchsuzzeh:
bluntcruising:
OH MY FUCKING GOD glozelle youre my hero omfg hfanjkdnjdflngjdf
she just picks up the fucking ladle omg
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I haven’t laughed that hard in WEEKS. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Given some of the blogs I follow
Tumblr is NOT SAFE FOR SCHOOL.
I look like a dirty, intellectual pervert. -_-
January 2012
36 posts
“I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we...”
– Charles de Lint (via sol-psych)
we are most alive in dreams: Walking →
wearemostaliveindreams:
Well, I waited around here long enough - what I need now is a way out.
So tell me, stranger, which way are you headed?
Anywhere’s fine, can’t say there’s anywhere I want to go. I never wanted to be where I’ve been.
(Never wanted to be here without him.)
Just lend me a hand, and give…
Someone in my philosophy class literally smells SO...
Ugh.
Me: I hope you have a lovely day. Also, I am sorry to inform you that we have to break up because I'm in love with my philosophy teacher. I hope you understand.
Tony: Yeah I understand. Just a heads up when I rearrange his face and you think hes gross, I'm not taking you back. I know you'll understand though.
sevenwaters asked: how did you start stripping? and how much would you make? I mean I know you make bank but I'm just curious. you look cute dressed up in that picture haha.
I just wanna post hot naked pictures of myself out...
That doesn’t even make sense.
Nor would Tony appreciate it.
gghhoosstt:
I wish I’d fall in love again so I could stop hating everything.
No. I still hate everything. There’s just consistently someone around to bitch to now.
Solitary confinement
So… bored. So… confined. -_- I really hate being by myself. If this whole situation has taught me anything, it’s that solitary time is precious, but should be seldom offered. I HATE being alone. That’s part of how I know I’ll be a fantastic wife/mommy someday. I’m never going to be be one of those women that always nags about needing “me time” after...
I'm glad someone appreciates how smug I am.
Me: that makes sense. But it IS a possible opportunity and we should rejoice for that nonetheless. Because when you're as fucked as we are, sometimes those little flashes of brightness are all we have to work with to fulfill any sense of optimism.
Tony: true that babe. B some deep shit lol
Me: Sometimes my thoughts just come out of my mouth in a pristine fashion. I can't help that my words are as pretty as I am! ;D Bahahaha
Tony: your adorable arrogance is so wonderful. I LOVE IT!
sometimes having a life again unsettles me.
Like tonight. I know I have to be up and at em by seven because I’ll have work/school until 10pm with a ten minute break around two. In my concern, I scolded myself for not having been asleep yet. Then I realized, Shit, man! It’s only 9:30! If I’m asleep in an hour or so, I’ll be good. I’ve got a fuckin hour! Yeahhh!
But I quickly realized, as I peered around my...
Can you get so excited about something that it...
It’s sounds plausible.
Not probable, but plausible. D:
I feel like I'm getting on people's nerves.
Which, consequently, makes me feel like I’m in middle school again. Gross. Who wants to feel like a fat, melodramatic, obnoxious version of themselves?
NOT THIS CHICK
Our bed.
When we have our own place, I never want to do anything productive in our bed. Reading, TV, schoolwork, finances—all will have a place to be taken care of. I want our bed to be our sanctuary where we slumber peacefully and make love often. No guests allowed, no material business besides the the soft cotton spread or the cool pillow cases. We will be happy there, even if ONLY there on some...
Oh Menver: Friends are stressing me out, on top of... →
ohmenver:
Friends are stressing me out, on top of everything else stressing me out. Today all-around sucked and the only person I want to talk to is MIA. The only person I am talking to is making it worse; first by talking about her shitty ex bf for an hour, now asking me about my trip home for xmas. Maybe…
If Denver was on the way to work, I would have dropped a couple off. :[
So I messaged one of Tony’s ex girlfriends on Facebook. After a year of not dating, she still has his brown jacket and I wanted him to have it back, considering how cold it’s gotten recently. I was super nice about it; I put smiley faces in and everything! She messages me back with, “How old are you? How long have you been with him? I don’t want the ratty thing anyway,...
“No disrespect intended to anyone else, but Indians take marriage seriously. ‘Till death do us part’ has nothing on the belief that couples are married for SEVEN lifetimes. In our traditions, it isn’t just the man and woman who marry; it is the entire families. But for all of the grand gestures of the average Indian wedding, the average Indian marriage of my parents’ generation was built...
A Message To Women: You are Not Crazy →
Letters to crushes.
“Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish and they dream and they hope, and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch the people on the streets and...
I feel so unbelievably lost without you. I find myself wandering the house, contemplating nothing. It’s as if I’m living just to waste away. I feel so empty, baby. I can’t take it anymore.
“Your absence goes through me like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is...”
Fenced.
Part of me wants nothing to do with this situation. It was hard enough the first time, trying to work around the class/meeting schedules, making all the monthly payments, not being able to find work.
You’re so perfect. You’re everything I could ever want or need emotionally. But I don’t think I could throw my life away again to help someone else rebuild theirs. And that’s...
“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual...”
December 2011
10 posts
I'm so clever about hiding my selfishness.
Not really. It’s gotten so much worse. I miss my friends terribly, but have I called any of them this break? Hardly. But I allow myself to be vexed by the fact that THEY’RE the ones who’ve been home for weeks and haven’t contacted me.