September 2011
32 posts
6 tags
lost. [have you seen me?]
tonight i’ve never been so many different people.
every thought i had… every scenario i built… they belonged to not only me, but the person i had created at that time.
i have never been so open-eyed. i have also never been this afraid.
“i want to wake up,” i said.
then i became a spy… living the life of someone i used to be… someone else.
“so,...
3 tags
5 tags
2 tags
am i in love with him?
or am i in love with the idea of him?
i really just want to go to the beach and sit for a while… and just think about how MAD i am.
i’m fucking crazy and i know it. i’ve been trying to self-diagnose myself for ages.
but i think i’m comfortable with knowing that i know that there’s a problem.
ugh. and i know i’m not a slut… i just want to continuously...
2 tags
4 tags
did i really just see this...
A middle-aged man…
Driving an Audi A5…
But with a black standard poodle.
How do you have great taste in cars and no taste in dogs? Or, instead, such a stereotypical outlook on your life?
WHO TOLD YOU?
2 tags
1 tag
Diet Coke Craving.
thank god it’s a breakfast item.
Reblog if you'd care if the person you reblogged...
4 tags
2 tags
2 tags
3 tags
2 tags
1 tag
tricks be partyin...
and it’s wednesday.
CALM DOWN lol
theangeldetective asked: Why anon?
1 tag
Lol therapy.
Told her I hadn’t smoked weed in two weeks.
Went home, smoked a bowl lol.
And tonight… smoking more bowls.
Yayyyyy junior year and classless fridays.
4 tags
2 tags
these drunk dudes yelling outside my window
“FIGHT ME!!”“
“FIGHT ME!”
“WAKE UP AND FIGHT ME!!”
“THE BUSHES ARE FIGHTING YOU, DUDE!!”
“FIGHT ME YOU STUPID WHITE ROCK!!”
what the fuck lol people are hilarious.
but i literally bust out and said: “i hate white people.”
and then i laughed at my blatant racism. whoopsie.
5 tags
so i'm high, right?
only a little bit though.
but i think i did it to justify the fact that
I JUST WENT TO
FOR NO REASON.
oh god i have so much food. and i’m so happy that i do.
2 tags
sitting in the waiting room.
its so quiet in here.
yet, still, it feels so incredibly loud.
i can hear and feel everything.
and that’s kind of alarming.
3 tags
1 tag
it's amazing...
a pair of pants… black and grey plaid shorts, to be exact.
these shorts remind me of the one i’ve lost. forever.
there’s no taking him back. there’s no wanting him back. but the memory sticks around.
fuckin’ shit. i just want to wear these pants and not think about when he first kissed me while he was wearing those black and grey shorts.
haven't been here in a while.
what my shit looked like
