May 2010
1 post
Of course there is that small population who will take the fucking chance. And an even smaller whose feelings will be returned. Then we can call that love.
my life, defined by a close friend of mine
i just want to sleep and read books and stare at the walls and take walks and get better.
April 2009
18 posts
i’m going to still use this, but not every single day. i’m too busy.
i think i’m falling for you and we’ve hardly even talked. you seem so perfect and i just want it to work this time; for everything to fall correctly into place.
myhideaway:
its not hard to be friends with you. its hard to be just friends with you.
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Someday, someone is going to walk into your life and make you realize why it...
the feeling of it all making sense, of it all coming together… it’s funny. it’s sad.
i’m happy. i got shins tickets! what the fuck at you though. sorry i’m excited.
why can’t you just say “ok” when i say it the first time?
~spring break is just so busy~
lol o shit i haven’t been updating
i just want to sleep and read books and stare at the walls and take walks and get better.
oneshouldreadeverything
i really hope that because of today, things will get better ‘cause hey, you’re awesome.
March 2009
33 posts
i need to stop getting lazy with updating this. i want it to last.
D:
It’s sad when people you know become people you knew. You were a big part of my...
– i guess i’m back to writing at 1 am again
le coeur a ses raisons, que la raison ne connaît point
fuck it
i can’t not think about how things could be now if we never changed a thing
i miss my once best friend
I need something, anything to figure out where my hearts at. (Pushing me away doesn’t make me like you more, trust me.)
(via casual)
you’re really pushing it
at least you’ve got a chance.
neutral feelings
what interesting timing…
i feel like i wasn’t destined to be a part of this. i feel like i wasn’t destined to be happy like others. to be loved.
god, i can’t even write.
I keep telling myself it’ll get better. I just don’t know if I believe it.
i was happy till i thought about you and me
I know what it’s like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit...
– Girl, Interrupted
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
why why why
I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing; and, rarely in a state of contentment.
i hate this