Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Thursday, January 16, 2014
You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
oh, you’re home early.
The nicest people I’ve ever met were covered in tattoos and piercings and the most judgemental people I’ve ever met are the ones that go to church every Sunday.
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Monday, January 13, 2014
“you think youre pretty hot stuff dont you?” i sneer at the forest fire. it gets self conscious and starts crying and its own tears put it out. one more forest saved
Saturday, January 11, 2014
you know what i’ve decided that i’m not going to like boys anymore. i’ve had enough them and their dumb faces. their voices. their bodies. their hot hot bodies. boys are hot. i love boys
Thursday, January 9, 2014
When I’m a parent I’m definitely going to ask my child often “are you okay?” I never want my child to be crying their eyes out when I’m peacefully sleeping under the same roof and I certainly never want them to feel like there’s nobody there for them. Because I always will be
Monday, January 6, 2014
My father broke my heart long before any boy had the chance to.
Got my feelings hurt and deactivated my Facebook. It was a rough night. Changing my whole perspective on life and focusing on me.
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
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