Another Tale.: It’s so relieving not to worry... →
It’s so relieving
Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed...
Why Bother Sleeping.
Why bother sleeping (around you, don’t notice) Gave my heart for safekeeping (I love you, don’t notice) I keep on weeping (around you, I love you) The darkness is creeping (don’t notice, don’t notice…) Everything at once is happening now And nothing before matters at all My life is strife and I’m not okay But it’s how I want it, don’t want it any...
I've been having these weird thoughts lately......
The last eight months have been a waste of time. Waste on a girl who turned into a fucking cunt (excuse my language). Waste on a job that I’m probably going to lose (or end up getting assistant manager at, lol?). Waste on. Everything. Life. I seriously wish that the last eight months had never happened. That the last year hadn’t happened. I sometimes I wish that I could be dead still....
You show me how to see that nothing is whole, and nothing is broken. I’ll show you how everything, no matter how perfect has their many… imperfections. And I’ll show you how in these imperfections how everything. How life. How it all is perfect. Perfect in their imperfections. And I’ll show you how “feelings” and “emotions” are two different things....
happy one year.
i’ll never forget you. you were a good friend, a good person. but you’re in a better place. rest in peace claire.
i had walls.
i built them strong. i let some people in. i loved a lot. i won’t lie. i cared a lot. i won’t hide that. you tore down my walls in. well in six months. you left me without my walls. i built them back up. a bit shorter. left a door. great aesthetic appeal apparently. also adds to the resale value like tenfold. someone found the door. waltzed right in. stole my heart. she wasn’t...
if you could all just go away.
i need some time to think.
tumblr from work later today.
I have much to tell you my friend.
I'm not sure what I feel now.
(http://theuglydance.com/?v=axwu…) My mind is blown. Yet at the same time. At peace. The music itself is amazing too. God dammit. Stuck in my head.
I am so beyond bored right now. Someone. Anyone. Entertain me. PLEASE. UPDATE: I opened three tabs of Facebook and refreshed them all before I realized what I was doing.
It has that "new mouse pad" smell.
You're lucky you're cute. >:|
ENTERTAIN ME. ;_____________;
five thousand twenty five hundred six hundred...
31536000 seconds until I see you again 8760 hours until I hold you again 52 weeks until I feel you again 12 months until I’m hurt again 1 year until I see you again
… plz? ;___;
IT'S 8 AM
I AM AWAKE MSN: email@example.com COME ENTERTAIN ME.
Wanna know something funny?
I’ve been emailing your guy. Telling him what to do. It’s been two months since I started that. You’re welcome. Bitch.
Today's great adventure:
I bought swords.
I didn’t actually sleep when I planned on sleeping. Instead I stayed up and debugged my game some more and actually got it into a semi-playable state. Yay Action Script tutorials.
mebec started following you
Herro and thank you for the follow! I should let you know I hardly ever update now a days so don’t expect too much.
Now you know,
AND KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE.
Hullo new followers.
Welcome to the dark world that is my mind. Hope you enjoy your visit, don’t mind the depression, and most of all comment.
“The boy,” Bourbeau said one time, “looks as though he’s sucking a very sour lemon drop. And when the lemon drop is gone, he’s going to kill everybody.” I let someone annihilate my trust in human nature in ten seconds. I pulled over to the side of the rode and watched you step out into sweltering summer air. My pupils shrunk to painful, wet pinpricks, and I watched you disappear into glaring,...
For a while I was standing at the end of some long, overdone joke I couldn’t figure out the punch line to. I guess I got ripped off. I missed the fucking boat. I pulled the short straw… People stomped through my life and I didn’t even realize they were gone until I reached up and felt the soles of some brand-name, hand-sewn, Italian leather shoe stamped into my forehead. I guess I was what...
so pizza cone is about a 36 2/3 on that scale… so vagina is...– Kilroy ヽ(’ ▽’ )ノ !
On a scale of one to vagina.
That's a pizza cone.
where would that be on the scale
place 10 on the same scale
ヽ(' ▽' )ノ !