January 2010
4.
dani-j:
forgottenandremembered:
The amount of people now on the list of those I wish I could get a chance to know.
my numbers around there also
It’s kinda sad, you know? Like it’s very unlikely I’ll ever cross paths with these people. :(
4.
The amount of people now on the list of those I wish I could get a chance to know.
If there's one thing I hate
It’s being mistaken for someone with the IQ of a grapefruit.
This is making me realize
that I am not meeting the right people.
Sweet loss of control
jivetime:
Sometimes I think you’re alcohol
And I’m an alcoholic
And when I relapse…it’s pretty bad
But you’re that addicting
You just captured my exact feelings in 20 words or less. Lovely.
“I love that you get cold when it is 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an...”
– When Harry Met Sally
Candy coated almonds As soon as the tantalizingly saccharin crystals touch your tongue You’re reassured Happily surprised by the sweetness And that’s all it takes Immediate trust And a thirst for safety And warmth But this isn’t life Our skin is raw and red and we’re weathered We’re beaten We’re real And to cling to an idealized lie Prevents us from what little positivity We can glean from life’s...
It kills me to see my friends in pain. I don’t mean smashed elbow or screwed up shoulder or bruised wrists (although drew, brandon, sarah, i feel for y’all). i mean emotional pain. vague, distant but torturous emotional pain, and i can’t do anything about it. i can flit around and crack jokes and make people smile, but the root of the matter is that y’all are suffering, and...
I’d rather have an honest insult than a false compliment.
Dear Mr. Henwood
Today, I spent roughly 7 hours in total working on your projects. I don’t know about you, but dressing up in a bedsheet and acting out scenes from Things Fall Apart is not the ideal way I’d like to spend my weekend. I look ridiculous in a bedsheet. What really irritates me about every assignment you give us is that you use us like lab mice. You throw some thing at us and then sit back...
Outlier
I don’t have a group.
Now, I’m not the type of person to define myself as a group that I’m part of, and I realize that I’m fortunate to have as many good friends as I do have, but I don’t have a group, and it bothers me.
I cling the the outer membrane of groups and float from one to the other like a valence electron. And, I mean, it’s good, right? A wide...
Happy New Year's
Last night was the first time I spent New Year’s Eve with friends instead of family. And I realized that my friends keep me from going crazy. Seriously, y’all are the only ones who make me feel like a normal person. So, thanks.