February 2012
I have never been so tempted to hurt myself
I love you I love you I loooooooooooove you so much
star-sement:
=] almost
let’s race each other to our straddles because I swear I work so hard on my center split and feel like I get nowhere some days
I LOVE that Gilmore Girls is back on ABC Family and that I can watch in the lounge and be joined by half the girls in my building who love this as much as I do. :D
dismissingfears:
I wish I could go home for thirty seconds to give my dad a hug. That’s it. That’s all I want right now.
itsahope4allthehopeless:
You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from your old ways.
Two more weeks. My foot is in the door and I can't...
Relevant, relevant, a thousand times this is relevant.
So just because housing plans change and different people don’t want to live together next year doesn’t mean that they don’t want to/can’t be friends. And someday things will simmer down and we can have good times together. Right?
Completely drained.
Can’t force everyone to get along all the time.
January 2012
popfuckingpunk:
Don’t Let Me Cave In by The...
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It’s funny, the pattern of missing people. When it’s been months you can almost handle it, and look forward to the next time you can see them. But when it’s immediately after you’ve seen them, especially if it was only a short visit, it’s so much worse. You get in the mindset of actually being around someone and then have to work yourself out of it all over again.
I got the last can of Arnold Palmer from CVS
and I plan on saving it for Thursday night when I’m going to be falling apart and a nervous wreck.
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dismissingfears:
I wanna do something completely irresponsible.
Let Down and Hanging Around: Wouldn’t it be... →
neilsavoy:
Wouldn’t it be amazing if we all stopped reblogging pictures of celebrities who create unrealistic expectations of beauty and looks and instead we decided to focus on the people in our lives, the ones who are there for us everyday and actually make a difference in our lives?
Wouldn’t is be…
