26 hours left to go.
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it’s left me blind The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound But then it stopped, and I was in...
Tumblr isn’t working, and I’m starting to get a little miffed.
Because no one will take me seriously enough to get a real diagnosis. Or maybe it’s that I’m too ashamed…
Screw Realistic Dreams.
We were all in a car, and we’d pulled over to switch drivers. You appeared out of nowhere, and moved to take my seat behind the wheel. You, with your buzzed blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and that wide, knowing smile I always adored. You, who is dead. I knew it in the dream too, because everything slowed down and I reached out to touch your chest, make sure you were real. Which, apparently...
I’m in the other room but I can hear the TV and the announcer goes “It’s time to plaaaaay, FAMILY FUEEED. Our returning champions, the Winchester family!” And in my head I see John, Dean, Sam, Bobby, and Cas at the end. And then I pictured the challengers. Crowley, Ruby, Meg, the Mother of All, and Lucifer. HAHAHAHAAHAHAH
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
What, is tonight Princess’s on Ice? Cause it sure as hell ISN’T HOCKEY. WTF is a 3-0 deficit in the first period?
Revisiting the Past...
You desired my attention, but denied my affection. Oh tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart? If you know me, you should be flicking me in the face. Cause I’m allowing myself to love someone I shouldn’t. Oh well. I don’t learn from my mistakes.
I am not my brothers. I am not my sister. I am not...
It’s full of crazy people who are either completely obsessed with their team, OR REALLY HATE THEIR FUCKING GUTS. like, right this moment, when we failed like assholes and got smacked in the face. What a poor excuse of a game. A shut out, in playoffs, REALLLLY?
That awkward moment where you say something rude and hurtful because you’re angry and then immediately regret it… That awkward moment where you say something rude and hurtful cause you’re mad and you know you should feel really bad but instead you feel smug.
Broken knuckles, broken heart. I fell in love, then fell apart. For some reason I have a hard time being mean when you deserve it. I want to make some snide remark that will make you feel bad, make you hurt like me, but I can’t. I’m too much of a mother-fucking pacifist. Or, maybe im just afraid of what will happen. Do you remember your accident? When you were a different person for...
Do you ever feel like you’re falling? Allow me to clarify. Not that plummeting through the atmosphere a million miles a moment falling, but that slow descent that makes you realize you’ve lost all sense of direction and control and you can’t determine up from down and nothing feels real and you wish you could sleep for a year but when you shut your eyes all your fears cone...
My mom leans in and says “In my day, none of my friends died young.” I snap back “Oh yeah? Well in my day no one wore bell-bottoms and rose colored glasses. Guess times have changed, huh?” hey mom, the official count is up to six. Though, you wouldn’t know or care. My dearest Nick, never in a million years would I imagine I would have to say such a final goodbye....
I’m not your first pick, I’m your last choice. Fuck you. I should have never thought you would change.
The world is not beautiful. It is ugly and full of wrath and the good die too young and the vile live forever. Everything hurts. The broken bits of me have been smashed into bits.
Stop Driving Like Assholes.
A beautiful person is dead. Nicolas Olson, I love you. Rest in peace. <3
I love hair compliments and eye compliments the very best. It’s definitely the number one way to my heart (: Also. I’m such a boss. Btw.
Now I’m heels over head, I’m hanging upside down, Thinking how you left me for dead, California bound. When you hit the coast I hope you think of me, and how I’m stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be.
Cee Lo Green was right.
How is it that’s YOU’RE the adult, and yet I’m the one handling this break up LIKE AN ADULT. Fuck you and all your friends. You weren’t worth a second of my time. Talk shit, get hit. PS. Don’t even try to tell me how buddy-buddy you and your roommate are. We’ve been texting behind your back(HAH!) and he really fucking hates your guts. LOVE ALWAYS, ...
“There’s a possibility. Let’s just stay how we are and see where it goes.” Where what goes? Where are we? What are we? I’ll tell you. We’re lost in translation, a gray place halfway between friends and lovers where the water is cold and the air is thick with uncertainty. Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it in the future. Believe me when I say...
I gave up my innocence for Lent. (:
"You like Supernatural too!"
I used to be LOVE DRUNK
Now im HUNGOVER.
To people who text like FUCKING RETARDS
Really? REALLY?! How the shit did you get through school?! Spell out your words asshole. Wanna know the real reason I respond with “(: hah”? It’s cause I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE SAYING.
You should feel guilty, not giddy. I knew you were broken. Ohwell. How LIBERATING. broke up with douchebag and I’ve moved right along. <3 apparently I forgot that good things fall apart so better things fall into place.
You can’t go from Cobra Starship to Toby Mac. Stop this nonsense, riiiiight this instant!
You’re sorry? Hell no, Fuck that. I used to love-struck, Now I’m just fucked up. Pull up my sleeve And see the pattern Of my cuts.