December 2010
Everyone is so excited for a new year,
but really, I don’t think it will be much different from the last. It never is. But hey, 2010 wasn’t so bad anyways, so maybe that’s a good thing.
People and their ignorance of life and love annoy...
so please excuse me if I’d rather hole up in my bedroom and read until I pass out. Because while the things I spend my night reading may not be real, they make a whole lot more sense than the petty, redundant, and just plan ridiculous things that are actually going on. I’ll take my quick fix for sanity in large doses until the real world calms the fuck down for a minute. I don’t...
“Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things to me, and I’d still come back to you.”
“Life’s like that,” he said. “As we grow and change, sometimes things we’ve experienced before take on new meaning. It’ll happen for the rest of your life.”
I miss when I used to read all the time.
And I’m glad I’m starting to again. It makes me feel more like myself than I have in a while. It’s a good feeling <3
You honestly repulse me.
Nuff said.
“I know what women want. And it’s mustaches,”
– Herr Baringer (via etherealparadox)
I want to cry.
Not in the sad way, not in the happy way. I want to cry in the way that just gets everything out. It gets out how hopeless some things feel, it gets out how happy certain things make you (and how mad other things do…) Cry about finishing a book (because that’s what I always want to do at the end of a book), cry about missing my father so fucking much, cry about growing up and having to...
“Godsmack show, ninth grade. I’d promised Shane I would mosh for the first time. A lump of of fear filled my throat, making it hard to breath. Why had I told him I would do this? Everyone here was so much more hardcore than me. The bands on their T-shirts looked like the kind of people who kept their dead mother in their garage. Shane flanked me, laughing like a lunatic as some kid...
I've been on sixbillionsecrets.com for the last...
And I can’t stop crying. No, I don’t know these people. Their actions in no way will alter my life. I’ll never know if they kill themselves or if they’re making it up or if they find a way to be happy, but the thought that someone, anyone, has these very real things and emotions scares the shit out of me.
I want them to be okay. I don’t want anyone to die or suffer....
"Keep your cents, I want change"
It isn’t that fact that things change that scares me, I know that things change. I know that nothing can stay the same no matter how good or bad it is. I know that change is what helps us grow and become better (or worse, or just different people than who we thought we were.) But what does scare me is that things change and you don’t even notice it, and then one day you look back and...
