Speak Slow.

LOL

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 12:40:31 -0400

My Tumblarity is 3.

(via fueledbyphotos) G-g-g-gossip girl<33

Mon, 25 May 2009 18:00:53 -0400

(via fueledbyphotos)

G-g-g-gossip girl<33

(infinitybegins:)I saw this and thought it said...

Fri, 22 May 2009 20:51:47 -0400

(infinitybegins:)

I saw this and thought it said “Let’s find some beautiful place to get laid.”
Even though it doesn’t, I still think we should do that. ;D

So, I was up at 4am last night being all sad and mopey for no...

Wed, 20 May 2009 19:42:00 -0400

So, I was up at 4am last night being all sad and mopey for no real reason, and Tori sent me this to make me feel better.
It did. :3

"Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I am not leading."

Tue, 19 May 2009 22:18:57 -0400

“Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I am not leading.”

- (via infinitybegins)

I’ve heard this elsewhere, and I remember really liking it. It’s one of those quotes that just soars straight to my heart.

(via fuckyeahskinnybitch)I’d really like to be this...

Tue, 19 May 2009 21:41:11 -0400

(via fuckyeahskinnybitch)

I’d really like to be this carefree, please.

Do you ever wonder why the music gets you high?

Tue, 19 May 2009 19:59:25 -0400

I really love playing music so loud that I can’t even hear myself breathe-though if I could, I would hear my lungs working in time with the beat.
The only thing thing I’m able to feel is the bass line drumming into my soul; the chords entering through my ears, traveling down my throat and winding around my spine; forcing my body to move.
Swaying, bopping, twisting, jumping, dancing.
Falling into the song and becoming one with the melody.
“Music’s the only thing that makes sense anymore, man.”

"Make me beautiful. A perfect soul, a perfect mind, a perfect face; A perfect lie."

Tue, 19 May 2009 13:01:33 -0400

“Make me beautiful.
A perfect soul, a perfect mind, a perfect face;
A perfect lie.”

- The Engine Room

There will beauty from my pain.

Mon, 18 May 2009 22:41:39 -0400

I haven’t written anything in days.
I haven’t done anything in days.
(Oh, well, I did get my tattoo, but that was the highlight.)
I suppose I’m in one of those funks where it seems like your life has stopped. This always tends to happen to me around big events (such as my birthday).
It feels like time slows down to an inconceivable crawl in the period before the event; I always expect my life to sort of start over afterwards too. As if it were like hitting the “refresh” button.
I don’t know what I’m saying.
I guess I just felt obligated to post something.

finallyseeingBasically. You stupid, blue eyed, mowhawked bitch....

Sat, 16 May 2009 12:15:45 -0400

finallyseeing

Basically.
You stupid, blue eyed, mowhawked bitch. >[

"I’d rather see you once a year than someone else seven days a week."

Fri, 15 May 2009 15:22:13 -0400

“I’d rather see you once a year than someone else seven days a week.”

- Full House (via finallyseeing)
[Though once a year is nowhere near enough.]

I met with her under a tree.

Thu, 14 May 2009 11:34:58 -0400

So, I woke up this morning with a tune in my head. A simple one, merely 7 notes.
But with it came words.
Out of nowhere, these words burned themselves into my mind, and I rushed to write them down.
While I was writing, I had no idea what they were; I was just copying them down from what I saw.
When I finished, I looked over it, and it turns out that it’s a poem.
Each line is exactly 7 syllables, and every two lines rhyme.
The plot is silly; some boy’s first time with a girl.
But it how on earth did it come to be?
Was it in a dream?
A dream of a dream?
I wish this would happen more often.

(via fueledbyphotos)My mom once told me that this was her motto...

Thu, 14 May 2009 01:15:32 -0400

(via fueledbyphotos)

My mom once told me that this was her motto when she was a teenager.
It is now mine.

You

Wed, 13 May 2009 23:50:30 -0400

would be the best birthday present that I could ask for.
Please follow through with your plans?
<3

I am small; I am needy; warm me up, and breathe me.

Wed, 13 May 2009 12:29:39 -0400

Let me just start out by saying: Fasting is so~~freaking~~difficult.
Alright. Now that that’s out of the way, I can get on to the more important things.

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
I know I say that a lot, and it probably seems repetitive and silly, but I really do. More than anyone could ever understand. Being so far away from you is tearing me apart. I feel empty, broken, and emotionally exhausted. You are home to me; you always have been. And now that you’re six hours away, so is home; I’m fucking homesick.
I know you’re not happy. I read what you wrote on DeviantArt. It made me cry. Are you really back to that place in your head? Do you really consider doing those things again? I want to help you; wrap you up in my arms and tell you that it’s all going to be okay.
Do you really love her? I saw that picture you posted on Facebook. She looks like she’s owning you, and you do not look pleased. Though, that could be my wishful thinking. But my mother pointed it out as well.
I wish I could speak to you. I wish I could see you. I wish you knew how much you meant to me. Do you? Do I mean that much to you?

Now, on to you.
I care about you so much. I love you. I do. But I don’t think that I can keep going like this. It hurts too much. If I didn’t care about you as much as I do, it might be easier. I might be more free to be with you. But my heart is sealed up; tied shut; locked with a kiss. And that kiss is not yours.
I need to tell you these things. I need to stop doing this. I need so many things.

And finally:
TATTOO THIS WEEKEND<3 I’m so excited. I love being the birthday girl.

I feel so pathetic for checking my StumbleUpon bar every 5...

Tue, 12 May 2009 15:42:45 -0400

I feel so pathetic for checking my StumbleUpon bar every 5 seconds.
Please send me more?

"Living in your head Without anything to numb you Living on the edge Without anything to numb you It..."

Tue, 12 May 2009 11:34:00 -0400

“Living in your head
Without anything to numb you
Living on the edge
Without anything to numb you
It had to end to begin.”

- Numb- Sia

Madness is what you demonstrate; and that's exactly how anger works & operates.

Mon, 11 May 2009 12:28:11 -0400

I don’t really know how to put into words what I’m feeling, or what I want to describe. (I never really do, do I?)
I tried defining the words “perfection” and “control” to get my point across, but I could think of no way to actually do so. The web definitions of such words are empty; hollow. How could I put something so shallow down for two things that are so pregnant with meaning for me?
I need them. I’m only happy when I feel that I hold those two attributes in the palm of my hand.
I will have them. Whether it be through effortless Shibumi, or painful discipline; one way or another they will be mine again.

I want to...

Mon, 11 May 2009 11:28:47 -0400

unlimitedbxf:

…run, jump, climb, and swim.

This world is my playground, and I intend to have fun.

Yes to this whole thing.
God damn it, yes to your entire blog.
Why are you such a fantastic writer?

I fucking miss you too.

Mon, 11 May 2009 11:25:38 -0400

I fucking miss you too.