March 2012
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BOYS>GIRLS
Evolution montage lololol cannot stop laughing →
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When I sent her the essay, it didn’t mean I forgave her for what she did. It meant that I accepted it - that if I could, I’d go back and make her change her mind. I’d make her see that making it work was the right thing to do instead of trailing off to find a false kind of happiness elsewhere. I’d shake her shoulders and scream at the top of my lungs, telling her that he...
February 2012
60 posts
You either like bubble tea or you’re wrong.
Lololol they're cutting AP English.
Deborah Harris, what will you do from here on out.
Oh haro new tumblr.
All of the people I love annoy me. I hate you because sometimes, it takes all of my energy to come up with something to say that’s good enough for you. I hate you because you’re sweet and you’re kind but you hang on to me like I am the blood that runs through your fucking veins. I hate you because I respect your anger but when I need you, you’re never there. I hate you...
Sososososososososososososo excited for Thursday =)...
\m/
No more fucks
Gwyneth Paltrow is a fucking goddess.
I hate (flaky) people.
My mom's fortune cookie: You are good at...
No, mother, you play badminton with your lady friends.
When she's standing at the top of the staircase
and he looks at her like no one’s ever looked at her before.
Lol best non-Disney movie ever…
Can't fall asleep = Tumblr rampage
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend, but shall never be broken”
First they put away the dealers, keep our kids safe and off the street. Then they put away the prostitutes, keep married men cloistered at home. Then they shooed away the bums, then they beat and bashed the queers, turned away asylum-seekers, fed us suspicions and fears. We didn’t raise our voices, we didn’t make a fuss. It’s funny there was no one left to notice when they came...
It’s not about who I am, okay. It’s about who they are. They are people who hate, and they divide, and they feed off of people who don’t fight back. Yeah, I could laugh this off. But what about the girl who cant? Who’s gonna help her? Silence only makes them stronger.
Joe and I named our first rabbit together.
His name is Raoul Rabizzle Miller<3
Fondle my Notions: A commentary on stupid high... →
eloquentlyrhetorical:
IF YOU’RE GOING TO INSULT SOMEONE PLEASE USE THE PUN CORRECTLY AND NOT STATE THE MEANING BECAUSE THEN YOU KILL THE JOKE.
I’M SORRY THAT EVERYTHING HAS BEEN PERFECT FOR YOU UP UNTIL NOW. I’m sorry that your family loves you, you have food, clean water, a surplus of clothes, the ability to go to…
Anastasia is not a Disney movie.
(*#&%(@*#%^@*#%^(@*#%&!
DA FUK SINCE WHEN.
Why don’t you just cut me open and feed my insides to Caramel. That would be less painful.
We talked NONSTOP this entire four day weekend.
I’m scared and completely fucking confused.
I love when my mother storms up the stairs and...
aimmyarrowshigh:
I wish we said “fancy” in America. As in, “I fancy you.” It’s such a more agreeable term than “I have a crush on you.” What’s a crush? Like, I AM A BOA CONSTRICTOR AND I AM GOING TO IMMOBILIZE YOU WITH MY MISPLACED AND OBSESSIVE AFFECTION. “I fancy you” is like, you’re so shiny and glittery and I just want to put you on a shelf and look at you for a while ‘cause you’re fancy.
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to...
LUCAS COMES BACK TO OTH?!
Life absofuckinglutely complete =)
Okay.
When did Zac Efron become a man.
Like honestly.
Hahahaha.
The laundry.
Or as I’d like to call it.
The luandry.
<3
Stole public property tonight.
Rebellious side? Ithinkso.
Wait.
I actually like the new Taylor Swift song. And I don’t like her.
o.O
I’m not a very good storyteller. I omit details, rush through painful parts, try to hide the sensitive ones. At ten years old, I was embarrassed to cry. Today, at seventeen, I struggle with feeling continually embarrassed for telling - and for not telling - the story. I feel guilty when parts become routine - when I can say the words without crying, and maybe sometimes without feeling.
High school relationships are absolute bullshit.
How many days left?
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There is a legend of a man who lives beneath the...
