December 2011
84 posts
In 2012,
innermelody:
I will live the best life I can. I will not dwell on the things I cannot change. I will not let my mind get the best of me. I will not waste my time on someone who wouldn’t do the same for me. I will stop being so pessimistic and stubborn and let my inner optimism come out. I will cherish the things I have, and stop worrying about things that I’m better off without.
This is my...
Anonymous asked: You really hurt me.
Before 2011 is over, I want someone to go to my...
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“I’ve fallen in love with the sky. Ever since I was young, I’ve been...”
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“I guess the only mystery and adventure left is death.”
Murdering the First Person
lettersinblackandblue:
I am false familiarity, the finale of stories told in the midst of pale snow by the old grandmother with the young soul. I am poetry spoken by lovers in quiet nights with refrains of chaste kisses and verses written by fingertips. I am upward glances of the young as Mom and Dad act out a tragedy of a farce. I am the innocence of lust and the shame of virtue. I am a...
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Anonymous asked: whats missing in your life?
Anonymous asked: tell me how to love in be loved in return
jesska009 asked: Deal.
Anonymous asked: inspire me
sufficiently-awkward-brie asked: You come home this weekend. I'll have my best friend back <3 You better come take care of me when I get my damn wisdom teeth out Thursday…Oh my, wait! Will you still love me when I look like a chipmunk!? -__-
M: I just flashed my door when my roommate went out just because I could.
D: that's one lucky door.
Murphy's Law
For those of you unfamiliar with this law, it states that anything that can go wrong, will.
This was the story of my day yesterday.
I go to my building, or what i think is my building. My final is in room 130. There is no room 130 in that building. my final starts at 10 and at 9:50 i call my boyfriend frantic and ask him to double check the room. I had it right and I start asking for people to...
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Finals make college kids revert to children
I saw a boy walking today with a micky mouse waterbottle. Kids come out of classrooms crying. They call their moms and say sorry. They give themselves bedtimes going to sleep around 9 o clock some nights. They long for comfort from anyone.
Oh children. Its going to be ok.
“Because he always tells me goodnight.”
“I want to put a pic up of my body, but I know people will see the post=1 and...”
