February 2011
If I had one wish
you’d be my boo,
promise to love you,
trust me I trust you.
If I had one wish.
—-Ray J
January 2011
A common thing
Too often there are too many emotions, problems, moments in one day for it all to be taken down.
All the things that want to be remembered end up drifting away.
They might as well be out there. Even if there will be more eyes on it then wanted.
Either way, whether your posting it on private or public, or in a journal nothing seems to be completely safe.
Especially when you know that nothing on...
How
I don’t even know what I want anymore.
Is what I want really something that I need or actually want?
Or is it something that media and society has planted for me.
What is free will?
Chuck Palahniuk’s work is officially morbid and killing me on the inside.
And you can do it too.
When you realize that even when you go off and get zonked, high off your ass,
when you’re back and done
Life is still one big ass fuckery.
When
some bitch tries to make a smart comment but it makes them look even more of an ass/dumbass
= HAHAHAHAHAHA.
When it’s you — UH.
Yeah, no sense.
I like to
drown myself in a sea of how much I DON’T GIVE a damn
about every other word you say.
So when you ask me if I’ve even been listening, the answer is always going to be
FUCK NO.
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via paulavaleria)
itzjustlovee asked: hey i lost 8 pounds in a week off this diet, you dont have to watch what you eat or exercise its really good. you can eat all those foods we reblog and no worries hehe here is the site http://news-6-report.com/-diet
ALL I DO IS PEE
copygatos:
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Grown apart
Something inside that’s hopeful but bittersweet.
I did what I said what I would
Did all the things I should
When I'm eating:
Expectations:
Reality:
Homework on the weekends,
buttsmack:
arlynnadamos:
Friday Afternoon: No worries, I have two more days to do it.
Saturday Morning: Hm, maybe I should at least start on it. NAH! I have time.
Sunday Morning: I should seriously start on my homework.
Sunday Afternoon: /procrastinates more
Sunday Night: OH MY DAMN, IT’S DUE TOMORROW.
And then there’s the sad conclusion if you didn’t finish:
Monday...
lorennnnnn:
Do you believe you’re missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed, the night’s hard to get through.
And I will die all alone. And when I arrive I won’t know anyone.
Well Jesus Christ, I’m alone again, so what did you do those 3 days you were dead?
Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend.
Why am I always attracted to people I can't have?
walkingpotatoes:
