January 2011
23 posts
“Man, I was thinking about unrequited love. I figure it’s best to just walk...”
– Joey Comeau
There are a lot of sad people on tumblr.
I should make them happy
Hey if you're reading this
I love you, it wasn’t your fault, and things will get better.
You know who you are.
Moment of Clarity
So I thought,
“What is it that makes people do it?
Does seeing the blood confirm being alive?
Is it a feeling of control?”
I thought
“I’m sad, too.
I’m hurting and scared and confused,
maybe I should try it.
Maybe it will help me smile.”
I sat and I thought of where I would do it
and what I would use
and then you, stranger,
you posted a picture of...
oh my god. There's gonna be a "Fairly Odd Parents"...
listentomybullshit:
smuttypanda:
naraism:
breezylikemeezy:
OMG MY DREAMS COME TRUE! ASDFMLLKGLRFTH;
OMGOMGOMG IS THAT DRAKE BELL? WHAT. ISN’T HE SUPPOSED TO BE A 10 YEAR OLD BOY? 8D
HAHA yess, timmy was an average kid that no one understands
Rollercoaster.
I’m the car. And I’m the coaster.
I’m the bar that locks into place, the wheels that churn, slowly at first then faster, faster, lightning speed.
I’m the magnificent steel whirls and loop de loops, the wooden climb that pulls anticipation and excitement higher, brushes the clouds and bits of universe
and then drops.
I’m the shiver in the pit of the stomach...
And All At Once
It’s like the sun came back out.
Meanwhile, in Blizzard McSnowville
Sank down until I was
Standing on the backseat with my head poking out of the moon roof. My arms stretched out and half-consciously sought balance from the surrounding material.
The lights of the tunnel were orange, they drenched the cracked tiled walls that were flying by at warp speed. All around me the world was roaring by, overwhelming, all-consuming.
It smelled like stale snow and the...
Two churches located across the street from each...
iwishuknewme:
mikeytoxic:idonteverwanna:ohelizabethx3:rybrator:paranoidrobot:
…Do the Presbyterians think Rocks are animals?
LMFAO THIS IS ACTUALLY HYSTERICAL
OMG dead
Haha I like this.
Oh fucking genius.
Ramblings - 2
You know what I love? Signs. Signs made for people.
I think that is one of the sweetest things.
They’re thoughtful, to the point and directed at one person (or group of people) in particular. They’re perfect. I know I live my life in a movie too much but I can’t help thinking that they are just the most heart-warming things.
I don’t know why I’m posting this, it...
I'm scared of going back to school.
I’m not good at making new friends.
Ramblings - 1
I don’t like when people say
“And maybe that’s what life is all about…” or
“I guess the point of it all is just to…”
You don’t know. Nobody knows. And this world is too complex to sum up into one compact little sentence. Maybe one person goes through life and a the end, finds the most important thing they learned was love.
But someone else...
Number 3: Describe Family in as Many Words as...
Dyl could get anyone to do him a favor. He’s annoyingly charming and uncomfortably smart.
Mom is the universe’s best friend. She’s wise and she listens and her brownies are like unicorns. She has a nice laugh and questionable confidence. She sucks at beer-pong but she has the hugest heart and shouldn’t let me cut her hair ever again. She’s good.
Dad loves mom and...
Number 2: 7x7x7x7
Okay. 7th book on the Shelf. 7th page. 7th sentence. Write a 7-lined poem that starts with that sentence.
The book is Hairstyles of the Damned. The 7th sentence is
-You make me feel okay.-
You keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds and you
never know what to say.
You can’t handle me or get how I work but
I’d love just one second with you so I could
Laugh until...
Writing Exercise Number 1: Persistent Stream of...
I found a website that gives you a whole bunch of writing exercises. I think it’s just to get your brain functioning and to help you branch out. I like branching out. I don’t like using the word “bunch” because my teacher in eighth grade made a big stink about it.
I hated her but the lesson ingrained itself into my brain.
So basically I’m just supposed to keep...
Blur
It feels like being spun on the roundabout —the thing at the playground you would spin around and around until the whole world went so fast it became motionless.
It feels like you sat me down at said
“just sit, just wait. I’ll do it, just watch.”
And we laughed as you grabbed the bar and ran. The colors blended together before my very eyes.
You went faster and faster and...
Games
The cat is brown with dark, pensive eyes. She is, generally speaking, affable, a trait not always expected in her kind.
She welcomes attention and revels in the adoration of her keeper. It is her sustenance.
But she has a temper.
The cat, though quick to offer love, does not take kindly to silly games or good-natured belittlement. One thing she does have in common with the whole of her kind...
Guilt is for Squares and Whoever Directed "The...
This is the part of the story where the protagonist (that’s me) should be caving down into herself and crying and brooding until she finally reaches some long- awaited, life-altering conclusion.
This is the part where she (I) should be wallowing in guilt for being emotionally incompetent and kicking her(my)self for not falling for the dream guy that everyone else can see is perfect for her...
