I’m starting to think I should just get a boob job instead of paying for college, at least something will be able to support itself
- Me: I think I'll eat some soup
- Soup: *still cold after 2 mins in microwave*"
- Me: Another minute should be about right.
- Soup: LET ME ENGULF YOUR TASTEBUDS WITH FLAMESSSS.
Can’t understand my chemistry… I’m just gonna eat peanut butter oreos and watch game of thrones. This is what my life has come to.
Just putting a playlist up again, just so you guys could witness what bad ass music taste I have.
ohhhhh, and new theme :)
I wanted it all
The extent of divinity
Prayed to god not to let it be travesty
I wanted the easiness
For the stars to align in one mind, just for me,
to show me that I had
The worth of infinites
We use to laze in linen dunes
Talk about nothing
Stare at the moon
Drift out of sleep and use arms to cradle
a world we thought was completely stable
Now we save the problems for later
I hide with them in my blanket-crater
Before the touch was a star exploding
Now all I feel is my heartbeat slowing
To me, your eyes held the depth of galaxies
Thought you compared to the greatness of deities
With your fingers you awakened my deepest anxieties
So much was unknown to me about love and fallacy
I want to tell him I’m not sure. I’m not sure if he should be with me, I’ve hurt him a lot. I’m not sure it’s the right time at all. I’m not sure he can ever look at me the same way. I’m not sure why I ever did that in the first place.
There are only a couple things I’m sure of.
My heart races when he smiles at me.
I hurt when he’s away.
I didn’t fall for him immediately, but when I did, I fell hard.
He’s the best mistake I’ve ever made.
I will miss him if he leaves.
When he’s there I’m on top of the world.
I’m going to write him a letter, maybe I’ll post it when I’m done.
When girls say “I wish a boy would like me.”, what they really mean is “I wish a ‘certain’ boy would like me.”
March 26, 2011
I’m realizing that my whole life has revolved around love, and so does everyone else’s. Love of life, love of sex, love of attention, love of money.
Shit. Love of food.
and also… the absence and the losing of love.
You think about it from the first time you see a cute boy/girl. You think… no, wait. you don’t think. You feel something new. Something that makes you nervous, timid, and something that makes you brave and courageous. Sweaty palms, shaky legs, turbulent stomach. And your 5/6/7 year old self thinks “I want to feel this way all the time.”
That’s when the hurt starts. That crashing feeling that pushes your stomach into your throat and mocks your tear-stained face in bathroom mirrors. Suffocation looking at a happy couple.
Deflating when they’re gone, bursting when they’re near.
Love hurts, but damn does it feel good. You can pretend you don’t feel it, you can act like it doesn’t affect you, but it holds you together. Even though love breaks us, tears us, and shreds our self-esteem it also reassures us and gets us through our days.
Don’t give up on love, give up on trying to control it.