This happens. This is something that happens.– Magnolia
To move out.
Dear thighs, I believe there was a short period of time where you didn’t touch. I was too young to appreciate it. I’m tired of you two jiggling with my every move, exposing unsightly streaks of cellulite in my new vintage bathing suits, and causing so much friction when I wear jeans that they develop holes in a month. Love, the Brain. Dear Brain, Your thighs didn’t...
Last night, we drove out into the country, listening to music and staring into the wide stretches of land. I turned for a second, glancing behind the car, at the gritty pavement, the way the highway sharpened into a point and then disappeared among trees and roadside houses. The fences unraveled into the darkness and the small dusty shrubs shrank away, becoming smaller and less vibrant, less...
-The smell of book pages. -Crackling bonfires. -Organizing. -Thunderstorms. -Photobooth strips of strangers.
I want this to be my life. →
Look for the ridiculous in everything and you will find it.– Jules Renard
vapours: Sufjan Stevens | Casimir Pulaski Day
We constantly create false positives. We touch wood for luck, see faces in...– Richard Dawkins, Enemies of Reason (via godsbartab)
Likes: My few freckles My green eyes My thin fingers Dislikes: My hair My bone structure My mouth My teeth My skin My weight My legs My feet My arms My disposition My psychology
I miss the my logic professor’s voice. I don’t miss it in a romantic way, but rather, sitting here now in the hall, waiting for my drawing class at two, hearing it echo through the crack in his classroom door, I miss the mere sound of it. The clear, slow enunciation; every vowel hung like loops of string. I even miss the unnecessary “H-” sound before his W’s. H-what, H-where, H-why. I probably...
worry. Mythology essay Geology class French exams Art class Success Money Employment Family Weight Skin Hair Laundry Mess Love Friends Time
Easter at Aunt Yvette's
Uncle: Girl, you're going to have to lighten up a bit. You're too dark- your outfit, your hair..
Mom: Her hair was green and purple- did you miss that?
Uncle: (gives me a look, ruffles hair, then sighs) Wait. You're a liberal, aren't you?
Day 24- five words/phrases that make you laugh.
lookingformercystreet: 1. YARR 2. “Find Elvis- he’s in here!?” 3. Crusty-crusts 4. “And he would know how to ice skate- but no gay tricks.” 5. VWOT. Oh my god. I didn’t even think of all of our things. They would have been my entire list.
Things that make me laugh.
1. My brother’s insults. 2. The “PAM PAM” scene in The Office. 3. Everything said by Tracy in “My Push-up Bra Will Help Me Get My Man.” 4. Bad puns. 5. The language of middle-aged women.
This is Saturday night.
So much for this weekend looking up. My skin looks horrific, I have absolutely no money, my only unemployed friend just got hired for two jobs at once, I’m finding absolutely no motivation to write this essay I’ve had all semester to write, and tomorrow I have to go to a family lunch at noon. I hate family get-togethers; I’m far too awkward for social situations.
I miss not understanding the concept of money.
I’ve only had two semesters at Macomb Community College thus far. I plan to transfer to Oakland University after another year. I’m majoring in K-12 art education. This semester, I’m taking French, mythology, geology and basic drawing.
This weekend is looking up. Caitlin slept over last night, we went shopping, I found ten dollars, and today I’m hanging out with Joe :) I still need to get started on my myth. essay, though. Not excited for that.
I hope to be happy.
I’ll love you with words and kiss you in sentences. Our love will write us.– Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Sweet darling, I'm going away.
At what age do you feel like you grew up mentally/ emotionally? It was a work in progress. It still is a work in progress. What are you listening to right now? Radical Face, May snoring. Whose bed did you sleep in last that wasn’t yours? Ashlee’s guest bed. How many pillows do you like to sleep with? As many as possible around me. One or two under my head. What does your...
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.– T. S. Eliot
I’m getting that feeling in the pit of my stomach, like I’ve swallowed a glass of gravel, and so I slide my phone underneath the pillow that smells like you, and everything hurts, and everything makes me nauseated, and everything gives me a headache, and everything is too too loud.
Everything is adding up. Breaking both my hands. Telling me to take it like a...– We Are Scientists
-Death -Centipedes, some other insects. -Disappointment and failure -Clowns -Heights -Loss of fingerprints -Paper cut in the eye -Bellybutton coming untied
My skin is breaking out. I have to write an essay. I’m warm and comfortable in my tank top and leggings. I’m watching The Invention of Lying. It’s storming. I love thunderstorms.
thecreaturef3ar-deactivated2013 asked: I wish you would put more writings in here. I forgot to steal your computer away while I was over there. If you had the chance to go back and start over from any given point, where would you start over and why? Don't give me that "oh I wouldn't change anything," answer.
TMI Tuesday, ask me anything.
I’ve been in such a mellow 60’s music...
-Food -Clothes -Tattoos -Literature -Art
This is your life. It is happening right now. It is not a fairy tale. It is not a story. It is not a daydream. It is the real thing. This is your life. It is happening right now.
18. I have,
and have had, quite a few problems, just like the rest of us. Off the top of my head I have terrible self-esteem and anxiety, tendencies to overreact, over-think and over-exaggerate. I find it terribly hard to focus on anything, and the left side of my brain is really quite sluggish, to a point where it actually affects my life and education.