February 2011
32 posts
Sometimes I do stupid things, and sometimes I get caught. Whenever I explain why I did it, I say I was really pissed. Not lonely, or depressed, or hysterical. You know why? Being angry is acceptable. Being sad is a weakness. If I said I did it because I was feeling cut off from the rest of the world, completely and utterly alone, and couldn’t think through my tears, you know how they would...
January 2011
45 posts
Me, Myself and I
Me: Damn. Saturday and nothing to do.
Myself: Yeah, going to that party would have been nice.
I: What party?
Myself: The one they were talking about, right next to us, the other day. You don't remember?
I: Why don't we go, then?
Me: We're not invited.
Myself: Even though we've already heard like, a million people talking about it.
Me: Yeah, and she even said "See you Monday," yesterday, when we were walking home, like I wouldn't know that she'd said "See you tomorrow," to the person I'd sat next to.
I: Oh, is that what they were all talking about, that whole time?
Me and Myself: Yep.
I: Who else is going? Whose party is it, anyway?
Myself: Whose do you think it is? You don't think its even a little bit obvious?
I: Oh. Well, in that case, why do we even give a fuck that we're not invited?
Myself: That's what I was going to ask Me.
Me: Thats what I was going to ask Myself.
Swingset Boy
There was this boy who liked to sit on the swings.
He would pump his legs gently and never sailed too high up and never jumped off.
He just kicked off his shoes and dragged his feet to stop.
And he had shiny brown hair, the kind a boy gets from scrubbing with Mommy’s shampoo And he wore grubby gray pants wore thin in the knees and baggy in the seat And he kept his wire-frame glasses...
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Butter and Grapefruit
Late January of last year, my girlfriend got into an accident with a drunk driver. What happened is this: he crashed his Chevy Tahoe into the driver side of her mini cooper, swerving and doing at least seventy. There was blood, sirens, nervous voices; they had to put Cheryl on life support; I couldn’t sleep for days. It was ugly.
Every morning, I make Cheryl her favorite breakfast of...
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Taste
I was sitting in Spanish class. Just doing the assigned exercises, right? And I was thinking, and thinking, and thinking, and suddenly I tasted the ocean. A salty little drop on the tip of my tongue. It sat there for a moment, just sat there like it was saying hi to me, and then it spread all across my mouth. Warm and still kind of cold. I blinked and looked around me. I knew I was still in...
You know what? I don’t need your commentary. I can do just fine on my fucking own.
mentallyimbalanced replied to your post: Things I Love About You
Im sorry if this will aggravate you, but I kinda wanna find this person :D Like a little quest so I can feel accomplished. :3
Go right ahead :P But just so you know, not everything on the list is about the same person.
Things I Love About You
The stupid way your hair falls in your face, straighter than “shaggy.”
Yeah, I’ve said it before. Fucking green eyes, okay?
How whenever I show you my grades you shake your head and smile.
How you laugh at the fucking right times.
Those goddamn forearms. Those goddamn shoulder blades.
You stick out your tongue when you concentrate really hard.
How you can always tell when...
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I keep having dreams about cigarettes.
Natalie had cigarettes, and Natalie would never have cigarettes. They were these little metal tubes that had curlicues of metal all over them, and some weird contraption that did the actual smoking. We were in the locker room.
Smoking in a stairwell at school, but I don’t know who was there or what it was like.
Elena bought me cigarettes, and they refused to light. Also I think they were...
I never know how much I'm supposed to care.
I wanna know where I stand.
Sometimes it feels good to know where you stand, you know? Like, say it’s August, and it was your birthday a few days ago, and you didn’t have a party but you ate cake and made your annual wish, right, and it was real nice or whatever. So it’s August and instead of what you do every August - which is lie all sweaty in your room, feeling sorry for yourself - you’re lying...
You give me hope that maybe not everybody hates...
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Tumblr Tuesday
Follow Those ’70s Comics if you’re into That ’70s Show. Her comics kick ass, and she ships Jackie/Hyde. And her comics kick ass. That should fucking be enough. And if it’s not, she’s also pretty badass herself and she gives good compliments. And, did I mention, her comics kick ass? I don’t usually do shit like this, but. Seriously. It is extremely necessary in...
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Fucking Want
But the thing is, is I don’t even know who the hell he is. I mean, I’ve exchanged two fucking words with the guy in the entirety of my existence, one of which was the. The thing is, is I always tell everybody you gotta know somebody before you like them. Before you want them. The thing is, is it doesn’t matter how conservative or close-minded or condescending he is, because he...
So much bullshit, so little time.
Two people kissing while wearing converse is not a...
shestandsattheedge:
Summer
“I s’pose,” I answer. But suddenly, I’m aware of the water hugging me tight and whispering pleas for me to stay. The sun’s heat is sizzling; the air stills; my feet sink deeper into the ocean sand. This place is even more perfect than before. I don’t want to leave.
“Come on,” Kayla says. She squints her chestnut eyes and takes my hand. We muddle blindly back to dry shore feeling disoriented and...
Things You Decide Not To Say
“Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?” “I woke up sweaty at three in the morning, scared of something, but I don’t know what. Then I took a cold shower and cut off chunks of my hair. Then I went back to bed and slept like a corpse.” “Your mother left for work early…”
“Hey, Janie. What’s up?” “Nothing. Literally nothing....
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Written in November 2010.
That wasn’t the only time Leah and Piper fought. Honestly, I was never quite sure why exactly they were friends; I’m still not. When Leah felt mellow and Piper was in a cheery mood, they got along just fine, but those perfect conditions are rare and often short-lived. Ordinarily, they could tolerate each other, but when did they act like friends in movies? The kind that laughed and joked and...
Adventures
Alice tried to remember who had given her the key, but there were dozens of them and she couldn’t keep track of every single one. It was a small, brass key, with a ribbon tied around it. It was baby blue. Alice blue. Somehow this meant something, but she didn’t know what.
The memory kept flitting away whenever she tried to drudge it up, like whoever gave it to her didn’t want...
Things Everyone Should Do
Give more hugs. Everyone likes hugs.
Eat whatever you’re craving.
Buy a whiteboard because of the wonderful things whiteboards can do.
Kiss somebody on the cheek.
When you’ve got a problem, say so. And everybody else, don’t judge.
Buy CD’s. Put EVERY GOOD SONG IN THE WORLD on your iPod, and a bunch that you don’t know, so that you’ll be inclined to expand...
Dream
He had the most magnificent dream last night. He was lying in a field of paper flowers, shackles around his ankles,
when suddenly
a butterfly landed on his wrist. It crawled up his arm and whispered its secrets. He smiled,
and rolled over
so the butterfly could drink the paper nectar.
Then he woke up and noticed a girl in his bed, her eyeliner smudged, the scent of tequila heavy in the air.
...
Ode to Green Eyes
I noticed you were in a hurry, because nobody walks that fast unless they’ve got something to do and someone to see. Maybe you were late. You seemed like that type. You still had shaggy dark bedhead and two in the afternoon, you didn’t wear a watch, and those jade green eyes were wide and blurry and still somehow asleep.
It was cold, mid-November, the wind vicious, but you were jacketless. Just...
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alyaae:
1.PLUG IN YOUR...
confessionsonaprancefloor asked: Your beautifully snarky comments get me through Spanish class.
confessionsonaprancefloor asked: 'Tis a pleasure to tumble in your vicinity!
I know that's not a question.
I know that's not a question.
The Hand of God →
shestandsattheedge:
I wrote this. They published this. Please tag me as a fave?
Read this, please, and when you’re done, rate it 5 stars, because it’s just that fucking awesome.
I am so not joking right now.
Don't be afraid to be yourself. →
Reblog and bold what applies to you.
I’m loud.
I’m sarcastic.
I cry easily.
I have a bad temper.
I’m easy to get along with.
I have more enemies than friends.
I’ve smoked.
I drink coffee.
I clean my room daily.
My appearance: I wear makeup.
I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.
I wear contacts.
I wear glasses.
I have braces.
I change my hair color often.
I have a...
I really like the way you bite your lip.
I really like the way your shoulder blades kinda jut out from beneath your shirt. I really like the way you ask me questions and listen to the answers. I really like the way your smile crinkles across your face. I really like the way you cut your hair. I really like the way you laugh. Just…I really like you.
never anywhere
You know how you look at those pictures of those blue skies and clear oceans and autumn leaves and pretty girls and you wish wish wish you were there, but you’re not? Because you’re never anywhere?
Look at that girl in that picture there. Look at her hair. Wavy. Color of caramel. It doesn’t stick up in the back the way yours does. Look at her eyes. They’re blue, blue as...
“One, two, three, four. I’m the girl you all ignore. Five, six, seven,...”
– www.sixbillionsecrets.com
So I was sitting there and I thought that maybe you hadn’t changed at all, really, that you were still the same horrible person you were before. And then I thought that maybe you were never a horrible person - and that I’m horrible enough to project illusions of horrible-ness onto other people. And then I thought that I was just being silly and yes, you are not good. And then I thought...
“I’m fine,” she mumbles. You really think she’s telling the truth? There are tears plastered all over her face. Of course, no one cares enough to probe further.
those70scomics replied to your post: “What I want most is to go to sleep…” ^^^ This post is just brilliant. Painful, honest, and insightful.
You’re a damn brave chick, not only for writing the things you do, but for sharing it. So any compliments given are earned. Me and the tumblr!T7S gang are quite fond of you (esp. tumblr!Hyde), too. And I’m so glad you’ve been enjoying the comics.
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Everyone get in here
wwiao:
fadingelysium:
fuckyeah4everalone:
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We are talking about titties and why Jess doesn’t speak
Yes yes yes
I’m live here too
its the best tinychat ever. although, the second one i have was amazing too, with ilovecookies and meechree or something
Lol that’s me (iwantcookies). MEECHREE WE WERE REFERENCED.
those70scomics asked: "What I want most is to go to sleep..."
^^^ This post is just brilliant. Painful, honest, and insightful.
^^^ This post is just brilliant. Painful, honest, and insightful.
What I want most is to go to sleep,
just forever and ever and ever, because I won’t have to wake up, and then I won’t have to see you, and then I won’t have to pretend I’m not watching you, and then I won’t have to walk past you with my arms crossed (because I can’t hold them at my sides) and then I won’t have to breathe a sigh of relief
when I make it down the hallway...
I'll tell you something, I never asked to be here.
lesspissedoff:
rippedfishnets:
iamhappyiamhappyiamhappyiamhappyiamhappyiamhappy…
I heard that if you repeat something enough times, you will trick yourself into believing it.
Thishotdogdoesn’tsuckThishotdogdoesn’tsuckThishotdogdoesn’tsuck…
Nope. Still sucks.
Okay, it’s official, I kinda love Hyde and will love him for ever and ever even if the world blows up and the hot dog...
iamhappyiamhappyiamhappyiamhappyiamhappyiamhappy…
I heard that if you repeat something enough times, you will trick yourself into believing it.
She Is
She is leaning against the wet metal sink, her head cradled between two scabbed hands. She is crying loudly enough to make out over the running faucet but softly enough to prevent anyone outside the bathroom from hearing her. She is small and red-eyed and as pale as a sheet of tissue paper. She is holding a tube of lipstick and a stained shirt. She is sad.
I’ll tell you what she’s...
Things I Like To Think About
Why we’re not supposed to care.
Why you wear your hair clipped short when it looks so sexy long.
Why I’m so tired.
Why I’m so apathetic.
Why he tacks on “God, I was just kidding” to everything he says, instead of just not saying it at all.
Why you refuse to practice what you preach.
Why he won’t kiss me.
Why I’m still here if I don’t want to...