May 2012
“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one...”
– Claude Monet (via seabois)
“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for...”
– Greta Garbo (via skeletales)
pigfarts-pigfarts-here-i-come:
what if i bought a cactus and carried it around and just whacked everyone who pisses me off with the cactus
“Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.”
– Robert Brault (via weareallgettingby)
clavicola:
My words aren’t working again.
loveslut:
i would like it very much if you kissed me
I got two I unknown calls today and when I picked up no one said anything. I heard you breathing. Why did you call?
Re:
What if when people smile it is really because someone else is
thinking of them somewhere and we subconciously know… and that’s
why most people are so miserable looking most of the time
Re:
I’m lonely. Its 2AM and I cant sleep. I cant feel anything anymore.
Its like I dont exist. I’m in bed but I think I’ll get up and listen
to sad songs. Nothing is like the movies I’ve seen
On 5/27/12, Alicia Christina wrote:
> I made cookies last night & watched movies. Watching spongebob eating
> the cookies. I need a hug I think. This weekend sucks.
>
Re:
I dont see any way my life could go or any way that would be happy and
that’s the worst part. I’ll always be laying awake in bed with a song
no one likes stuck in my head and nothing to look forward to and no
good memories to cherish
Re:
I should really just try and sleep but I’m ashamed because I am a weak
person. When it really matters there isnt anyone to talk to and that
doesnt help either. I can only write 255 characters or I’d keep this
as one post…
On 5/28/12, Alicia Christina wrote:
> I’m lonely. Its 2AM and I cant sleep. I cant feel anything anymore.
> Its like I dont exist. I’m...
I made cookies last night & watched movies. Watching spongebob eating
the cookies. I need a hug I think. This weekend sucks.
Thats why I’m always so sad and grumpy: I’m always alone. Nobody loves
me enough to stay or to do things right, not even my family. I really
wanted to… I didnt. Well. I traded one bad thing for another.
Damage the insides instead.
And played basketball with a ball we found at the elementary school.
Walked back. So. At my moms. Watching movies. Napping. Whatever. It
doesnt matter. A person can only be dissapointed so many times. Now
I’m alone and sad and woozy off ibprofane
Im prettyy sure I’m emailing the address that lets me email a text
post to tumblr, but I could be wrong. Today was really shitty and
awful. I has been at my moms after hanging with Devonte. We had a good
day. We got bubble tea and walked and got slurpees
“It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself...”
– E. M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born, trans. Richard Howard (via proustitute)
g2bbg:
I want to lay in bed with you and just smell you
gatsby: hey i just met you
gatsby: and this is crazy
gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
gatsby: so call me maybe