March 2012
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February 2012
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I am SO awkward
…in front of a camera.
I live behind a camera. I do not want to be filmed or photographed. EVER.
But, here I am, strugglebus-ing through this video application for TWLOHA. I have re-recorded every question probably a minimum of four times. Not to mention I babble awkwardly, so my video is currently like 8 minutes long when the max time allowed is 5 minutes. Bah.
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Hot damn!
Getting assignments done more than two days before they’re due?
Must be Green Beer Day week!
Not to mention Spring Break the week after, and goodness knows I will not be feeling productive very often then.
There has been a shooting at Chardon High School.... →
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“He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note that said ‘use these down to your bones’. And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him.
I thought ‘this one knows better than I do’.
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle. He tried to cut me so I’d fit
And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t...
Feeling like you can’t possibly try hard enough, do enough, or even be enough for someone is the worst feeling in the world.
There is honestly nothing worse.
A New Policy Against Self-Harm Blogs
staff:
One of the great things about Tumblr is that people use it for just about every conceivable kind of expression. People being people, though, that means that Tumblr sometimes gets used for things that are just wrong. We are deeply committed to supporting and defending our users’ freedom of speech, but we do draw some limits. As a company, we’ve decided that some specific kinds of content...
"But I know that I was put here, to fight vikings...
-Meg and Dia, “Fighting for Nothing”
“Because you’ve got a secret don’t you, babe? Yeah you, you got a...”
– Missy Higgins, “Secret”
What? The? Hell?
I’m a little drunk and a little disoriented and a lot lonely.
And I was caught off guard tonight. I hate being caught off guard. Ever.
And I’m pretty sure this feeling is what it feels like to miss you. And let me tell you, I do not like this one bit. I left a party early for this feeling. I’m sad because of this feeling.
Go away. Go away and take this feeling with you....
We’re on a terrifying road leading to awful things in the end.
But I’m simply not strong enough to fix this.
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1 year later reblog:
Dear Valentines Day,
“My friend Don wrote a blog about you today and his blog suggests that you used to look a lot different than you do today. He says that you are the product of a poet and that before this poet’s pen, you were not a romantic holiday.
i think i would have liked you more back then, whenever that was. The truth is that you really bother me now. i think you bother a lot of...
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Why, hello there,
temporary spurt of motivation.
It’s really too bad I’m off to class til 5:30, or you and I could do great things. Why don’t you stay a few days? I’d like that.
We don’t see nearly enough of one another as of late.
Bah.
That awkward moment when you have to decide which “luxury” you can go without til your next paycheck: food, electricity, gas, or internet.
If my heat goes out, I’m probably going to shoot myself.
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You're right.
I did say those things. And I’m fairly certain I still mean them, and will continue to say them, regardless.
Because, honestly, truer words were never spoken.
I stand by every little letter forming each word.
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“These fights with your arms left beside. It’s one thing, and one more says goodnight. You’ve got the map, come get to me. These knuckles break before they bleed.
Tear out these veins that own my heart, this skin that wears your lasting marks.
I’ve built these walls, come get to me. Come get to me.
…
Sometimes, it gets so hard to breathe.
Let the walls have...
"and the moral of THAT is--'Take care of the...
…said The Duchess to Alice.
Focus on the meaning of things, and the details will come along of their own accord.
I’ve always been a “big picture” person. I always managed my life in a timeline, observing events and standout moments spotted along a string of mundane and normalcy. Freshman year, I couldn’t handle that perception of my world anymore; it was too...
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What. The. Fuck.
You, me, this, is entirely insane. What the hell are you doing right now? But I’m a little bit drunk and I love spontaneity, so the answer will not be no.
But, damn.
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“How long, how long, how long will we take...
the difference between "gamer girls" and girls who...
gamer girl: omgggg modern warfare 4 lyfeee
girls who play video games: GOD DAMN IT MARIO. IS IT THAT FUCKING HARD TO STAY ON RAINBOW ROAD FOR MAYBE TEN SECONDS. OH MY FUCKING GOD PEACH YOU FUCKING WHORE. YOU REALLY HAD TO USE THE THUNDER CLOUD AND FUCKING SHRINK ME. REALLY. THIRD. I'M IN THIRD PLACE OH MY GOD YES THANK JESUS LORD ABOVE IN THE HEAVENS. FUCK. NO. I FELL OFF. I SWEAR TO GOD MARIO I'M GOING TO MURDER YOUR ITALIAN PLUMBER MOTHER FUCKING ASS. i hate my life.
“I’ve hardly been outside my room in days, ‘cause I don’t feel that I deserve the sunshine’s rays. The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away, and it was then I realized the conscience never fades.
When you’re young you have this image of your life:
That you’ll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife. And you make boundaries you’d never...
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a...”
– Stephen Chbosky, “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” (via immoralityinme)
