February 2012
35 posts
Nobody ever actually changes fully. Sure, they change their emotions, their passions, or their perspectives but you know deep down they are just the same. They will always laugh at meaningless phrases like they did when they were two, they will always be awkward around the boy they have sexual fantasies about, they will always be impulsive when they are angry, and they will never know how to let...
Why do sundays make me so homesick? I’m ready for home and my best friends and the beach and shorts. Lets just forget, PLEASE lets just forget…or at least try too.
We We We got it right.
I need to dance. I need to wear bows in my hair everyday. I need to shock people with the cruelities that come our of my mouth. I need to be committed to someone. I need to wear short shorts and babydoll dresses. I need to sing obnoxiously to music in my car. I need to listen to the weird bands nobody knows. I need to tell potato jokes. I need to get it out like craig. I need to be alone, for...
“They get nostalgic about the last ten years before the last ten years have...”
– Ben Folds
Making Your Own Illumination
I want to want. Your ankle tight black jeans have always been normal, too normal for my fingertips. Tenderness is subjective and watching romance movies dissolves all of my fantasizes; They only intensify my unfeasible expectations. I lost myself, I know. I lost myself in my own self through measures of two second conformity and mental dispositions. But hey, I’m back ya’ all…or...
“I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness, and to have the...”
– The Vow
Listen
“Old friend, why you so shy?”
– Hey Adele, thanks for the advice
Let’s just go back.
ohmyjizzzle asked: ; )
PHS
Having to write a love poem when I’m THIS sexually frustrated is truly painful.
I need to go out this weekend. #ohwait
Pretty Pretty Pretty
You need to get a life. Really, please get a life. Mine has nothing to do with yours so how about you go away. Stop caring, its okay to stop caring. Everything is history, and I’m sorry you can’t stop creeping on my every word. Judge me honey, because yes I cared enough to right this but really you’re just a source of comedic relief. Hearts break but things move on. Sorry...
What is… What is…
Okay rules are being broken starting now, and goals are going to be achieved. Lets do this. I will. I can. I want. I AM.
I’m not waiting for anything or anyone because we are a flamin’ babe.
“Look like a girl
Act like a Lady
Think like a man
Work like a boss”
slam yo.
Not named yet:
I was born from two flower children
I walked inconspicuously between scorching sand and icy waves
I designed a perfect figure out of corruption
That sat heavily between my brain
Into the depths of my hypothalamus
I am blunt
I sat on your shoulders
Drinking wine with you
I got dizzy and sent to be landed
To the serene pavement
My oldest memory is unforgettable
The...