December 2010
33 posts
Entering the New Year alone and sleepy but...
Bitches settle for less and whores always want more—but ladies realize everything else is such a fucking bore.
I'd rather make a boy's heart race, than make his...
candyylv:
juveesayshelloo:
mfchristy:
hellodessa:
(viaxaneehs,katweenuh)
I don’t understand the advantages of making his heart race?
Good fucking job—too bad you have nothing to show for it. Go do something productive and procreate.
“You are an instrument of flawless design”
– Heroes
“The trouble with my generation is that we all think we’re fucking geniuses....”
– A Long Way Down, Nick Hornby (via helgaholic)
Christmas has stopped becoming a religious affair—a celebration of christ (who’s birthday is in March), only because it has never been because of that.
It’s an ancient winter festival, and something I’ve realized lately is that it has nothing to do with any of that Christian fairytales—it has to do with family and niceness, warmth and happiness.
So when I call you...
Looking back.
My tumblr, in all of its depression and glory, is the biggest compilation of my thoughts I’ve ever made.
It is the deepest and most private form of musings and vanity that I’ve put aside for public view—a chronicle of most of my teenage life and a timeline of my thoughts and memories: realizations and philosophies.
I’m turning seventeen soon, and the one thing in life...
On the difference.
dearcoketalk:
What’s the difference between a whore and a prostitute?
Whores put a price on their principles for personal gain. Prostitutes just put a price on sex. People who think prostitutes are whores are the kind of people whose principles are based between their legs.
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I wear the Mockingjay.
With pride and a feeling of vigilante justice—I wear the Mockingjay.
Since years ago, and if you know what that means, I hope you’ll wear it well, too.
You don't realize how much I miss the way we used...
The day you find out that grades measure nothing...
The brightest stars don’t burn; they explode into brilliance and light—forever remembered, but never missed. It’s the small ones that fade out into a slow and saddening darkness that become hard to remember and easily forgotten.
They bring feelings of saudade and uncomfortable wanting; but that’s not the point at all—the point is that they are forgotten and lost but...
For anyone who's ever made a mistake:
Live up to it—respect yourself inspite of it.
Love yourself; even when you think nobody else can.
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The problem isn’t whether or not he loves you—it’s whether or not he loves you with conviction, with feeling. He loves you like the boy who you smiled at on a rainy day and the homely boy you winked at for a try or two (which was never true).
He loves you like he loves rain and weather—summer and winter. He loves you in the moment, my darling: he loves you when the stars...
im afraid of commitment, of feeling something for someone—because this where all the problems are at: this is what causes us pain.
human beings are parasitic creatures who leach on other human beings for substance. this is what is life is—this is the dependency that we have on eachother that makes us thrive and makes us destructive and hateful and sweet and tender. it is...
The worst thing in the world is knowing that there are some things in life that you cannot change; things that you just cannot fix. These are the things that hurt the most: the ones you have no control over—the things that render you useless and cold and childlike. Things that revert you to a cold stage, a blank state—an eerie and empty tabula rasa.
They make you feel helpless and lost and...
You know what the worst thing about last night is?
The fact that I enjoyed it.
I want to scream at everyone and yell and cry and do every fucking emotion imaginable to the point of overexaggeration.
I miss my best friends and I hate how I had to spend last night so many miles away from them, doing something that I always thought they would be apart of. It was our two year anniversary—and...
The Rules of Feminism
Keep your bra on.
Your world? Find another world, then. If you're...
I wasn’t aware that your idea of someone who you love is so replaceable that you believe you could easily find another. You are, by far, the most desperate person I’ve ever seen. My day is better, now, thanks—now that I know dumbasses like you exist to make me look better (who are also, might I add, incredibly in love with me). <3
HATTERS GOTTA HAT.
"It's been five years. You need to move on."
Tell me that when the only person who’ve you ever loved in your life dies without a goodbye—tell me that when everything you’ve ever lived for passes before your eyes and everything becomes a lie.
There is no moving on—there’s no moving at all.
There’s a point in life that becomes repetitive yet stagnant—a point in life where nothing matters and...
Let's fly into the sky; touch the sun with our wax...
following the happy trend.
Every minute of my life so far has been wasted on wanting something that I could never have—needing things that I’ve never really needed.
My goals are made up of irrelevant hopes and dreams (all detached from reality) and I have yet to stop the childish notion that friends are good people who like you too. I’m sixteen years old now, and that shit doesn’t cut it.
...
ryanehrmantraut:
I am saying you need to listen...
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I just want to go home.
I’m angry and frustrated and completely and utterly gone.
I don’t understand why nothing works out and the only person in the world who could ever fix it is never coming back. I just want to be skinny and pretty and glamorous and sometimes I’m still surprised I still even try.
My once-prized eloquence is so far beyond my reach that it hurts to even write anymore and keeping it...
jennyeatsbabies:
We are all dormant creatures, waiting to be awakened—to be touched, to be inspired, to live; to break free.
Like birds in a cage, we stare and we observe and we beat our wings in a masochistic manner against our casings. We wait and we watch—we touch, but never feel.
As the sands of time percolate through our bodies and into our coffins, we lay in an eternal slumber with a...
You don't have the right to an opinion if you...
Stop second guessing yourself because of words that aren’t even yours—thoughts that are completely irrational and things that aren’t even fucking true.
I’m so tired of everyone changing their tumblr name, switching shit around and deleting things just because of a bunch of petty people who can’t even hate correctly.
The internet has made us all cowards. When did we...
“Les grandes personnes ne comprennent jamais rien toutes seules, et c’est...”
– Le Petit Prince
I'm currently an emotional cocktail.
Among the grief and guilt and sadness finished with an insatiable madness—the tiny crevices of my synapses still have room to be stuffed with neurotransmitters that are filled with happiness.
I’m irritable and touchy and angry and always fucking crying. I’m shouting one minute, crying the next and filling every space in between with some gaudy laughter that I can’t...