December 2010
36 posts
Gain a follower..lose a follower. Gain one back!...
I hate slow bitches that get in the fast lane.
OH SNAP.
Mom just texted me from downstairs, “Everything ok up there?”
…….I say, “Yes ma’am..?”
She says, “I thought I heard you bumping around”
IT. WASN’T. ME.
I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE IN MY BED ON TUMBLR.
OH. SHAT.
I love you Tumblr. If I die, know that I love you.
So I obviously must have this subconscious love of...
Because I freaking reblog it like a maniac. Almost all of my posts have the ocean in them..and I’m not even doing it on purpose. I just see a picture. Love it. Hit reblog. And as I’m ABOUT to post it I think, “DEADGOMMIT! Yet ANOTHER ocean picture! I swear I didn’t do that on purpose..”
And it’s weird. Because I don’t even really like the beach....
It's his birthday.
And almost 2011. A new year. A new beginning. A new me. A new us.
I’m over you. I love you, but I’m done. You haven’t done anything to bring this on or upset me. Nothing specifically, at least. I’m just tired of it all. Two years of this game.
You’re sweet. I let you in again. It’s good. Then it fades or it turns bad. Long break. Sweet again. And I accept...
Hahahaha I just LOVE faggots who think they’re hot shit. love to mess with them. then they get a bitchass attitude and i’m like “NIGGA HOLD UP. I was KIDDING.”
I’m a liar because I won't tell you everything....
I love my family. We have so much fun.
loadin up on followers, whoop whoop! main blog...
Watchtaimoss:
youlovehaleyy:
wheremymoney-hoe:
where they do thiiisss shit at, yo ?
(via j-rozay)
wowww….really? that’s talent but that’s sick..little girls. not right.
I want to be kissed on New Years. I never have...
this reminds me of fashion shows. it used to...
You know what hurts most? The seconds in the...
ANTHROPOLOGIE IS MY LOVE.
I DO so love Anthropologie. I want to live in the store. I want to have every single perfume. I want every singly candle. I want all the clothes. The kitchenwear. The sheets. The pillows. The DECORATIONS, for heavens sakes. I want it all.
I believe in soul mates. But I believe in falling...
Sometimes you have to run away so you can see who...
staaaypositive:
exactly what I’ve learned this year.
First Kiss.
His name was Cory. I was a freshman, he was a senior. I had met him during the summer and we became friends. Then, we became more than friends. We were “talking” when school started back. Several weeks into school we planned for him to come over on a Friday night to eat dinner, chill with my parents, hang out. I was anxious all week. Neither of us could wait for Friday. The day finally...
thisnigguhjordan:
PRESS PLAY AND LOOK AT THE...
Teacher asks you to pair up with a partner for a...
sailorcunt:
Look at your friend across the room like.
HAHAHAHAHA had to do it.
I hate how fat i am. i hate it when i sit down and...
mooshalle:
Do you love her? Do you really love her as a person, with all her flaws, insecurities, and problems? Or do you love the fact that she loves you? Or is it the fact she isn’t willing to turn you away? When no one else gives a shit, she will. She’ll always be in the back corner, silently waiting. Do you love the fact that she will always be an option to you? Is it just lust? Is it just...
So I know that nobody’s out there listening, and even if you are, you don’t care, but I just like to talk anyways.
So I’ve kinda always wanted to live in California. Well, kinda. When my parents and I went several years ago I LOVED it and decided I wanted to live there. Go to college there. Stanford all the way! Obsessed over that idea for a couple of years. Gave up on it in...
Holy sweet mother of God Jesus Moses Abraham. Great way to get my heart pounding. HE texted me out of the blue saying “Will you please get off of me?”
Dear sweet Grilled Jesus I thought he’d found this blog. I thought he’d found my main blog, snooped around and found this one, read all the stuff I’ve written, and flipped shit. Hoooollllyyy. My face turned beet red. I...
You're the cause and the cure all in one.
You’re what makes me sad, but you’re the only thing that can make me happy again.
Jack of all trades, master of none.
Why is it that I can do so many things, a lot of them well, but I’m not WONDERFUL at any of them? Why can I not be skilled in any one thing?
I’m an artist. Sort of. I can do portraits and realistic things well..but only if I’m looking at a picture. I’m starting to do not-so-realistic things but I’m not fabulous at it.
I can bake. Some things. Mostly desserts....
I'm the girl that's in between. I'm not...
You make me feel like an idiot. We arrange to meet up and see each other. I practically have to force you out of the car just to give me a hug. It’s a half-effort hug on your end. You immediately get back in the car. And then instruct me to get in mine. Thanks?
You hardly speak to me. And I don’t know what to say..I can’t think of anything. And anything that I do think of to...
November Sky
This is a personal essay that I wrote for my AP English class.
November Sky
I associate two watery sounds with the rustle of leaves: the ocean and the rain. Distance is the determining factor. From any distance, wind swaying the autumn leaves makes the breathy sound of ocean waves lapping against a barren shore’s sand. Hundreds of leaves’...
i always come back to you.
i can’t help it. you draw me in. i will always love you. it doesn’t matter if we don’t talk for months and i’m over you and i don’t think about you often or ANY of that. the instant i see your name on that random text, or the instant i see that black mustang somewhere in town, my heart skips a beat and my stomach is filled with butterflies. i get jittery and nervous...
