February 2011
Earlier today
when Holly and I were driving to the library, she read the license plate in front of us and I wasn’t paying attention but when I looked up and read it—I was confused at first. THEN I realized that the person in front of us was the guy I have had a crush on since I was 14/15 years old. He’s 22 now, I believe. Even when we got to the library, I kept wondering where he was going. I...
January 2011
Every lyric and soft, beautiful spoken word reminds me of you. And every minute I’m not thinking of your face, I’m thinking of the way you make me feel, which is whole. Though, there’s this bittersweet depression pouring out of my chest—flowing gently like a stream that teases me. Sometimes it is sweet. Sometimes I am depressed. I am a mixture of unpleasant and wondrous...
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I thought I was beautiful for a moment.
Why don’t you be the artist; and make me out of clay? Why don’t you be the writer and decide the words I say?
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The most therapeutic music to me is the kind that...
I just busted my lip because I hit myself in the...
My school is fucking retarded.
So, today I had to go to school. YEAH, it’s a Saturday. It was our snow make up day. Although, it was a half day, it still felt like a whole day. OH! And to top it all off, WE HAD A FIRE DRILL.
I hate fire drills. We’re not in fucking kindergarten anymore.
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lazyboner asked: When things change in an instant like that and everything you've been revolving your life around for the past however-many-months of your life feels like it entirely disappears, that drop in your chest never feels like it's going to stop. I know exactly how you feel. <3