January 2011
144 posts
for the first time in a long time
i did what i wanted to do and constantly try to get a friend not to do. the flow after… it felt fucking good. i feel like a hypocrite. fuck it. i dont care. it made me feel better.
Thursday Jan. 27 2011 1:15 am.
sitting on that shore by that dwindling fire and having the conversation we had felt so surreal… the tension surrounding other people and other moments preceeding that; weird and tense.
so much was said that i never want to forget. so much was said that i wish i could change.
walking back to my car next to my soaking wet friend in the 34° night air was scary. I was reminded that...
sometimes
i feel likeyou srcretly hate me but it’s not so secret… :/
SO MUCH
has happened in the past few days.
I dropped my phone.. my beautiful droid x… in the toilet.
I saw sheep 30 ft from a sonic drive in…
I had amazing conversation with Tycer and Sarah about the universe and all its majesty.
some crazy shit has been said that i’ve wanted to tweet but can’t since I don’t have my phone.
I’m going out of town for a while to...
Reblog if you sing along to guitar solos.
haroldontumblr:
deedleddledelwahhhanhahhhhhhleeedleahwah
wr0ng-era asked: i love you i love you i love you i love you wifey.
hang out soon.
call me next week prease?
hang out soon.
call me next week prease?
heylittleliar asked: just thought i'd say hi :) how are you?
FRIENDS
friend is a funny word. i have over 3,000 facebook “friends”. the text conversation I had last night with one of those “friends” pushed me… HARD. I can honestly say it helped me. The way people have been treating me lately and for the past.. i dunno few fucking years of my life. These people arent friends. they’re users. abusers. haters. fakers… or just...
You know my name NOT my story.
wake up. step outside of your box. take a minute to really pay attention. thanks.
That awkward moment when someone asks what's...
alexaazuline:
FUUUUCK when this happens.
writing a movie... so i can get a job
this is gonna be fun ahahaahaha
fuck. fuck. fuck. - that thinking and over thinking and analyzing and freaking out and worrying and paranoia. not being able to function and pay attention because i’m too busy being paranoid and thinking about stupid shit that i shouldnt fret about. i cant stop though. why cant i stop. i dont want to talk about it. ill be doing that with my therapist 3 times a week. god. 3 times. a. week. my...
That urge you get to write "No one gives a shit"...
ahahahahahahaha YES
an up day… an up night.. i mean last night was fun and nice. refreshing. i got to hang out with who i wanted to hang out with. there was a moment where shit got sour but we squashed it REAL QUICK. it was nice to just be okay. to be chill. today was fun too. i stayed at laura’s and judt relaxed for a long while. not much stress for me today and i’m stoked on that. i REALLY hope...
wv-tangxslang asked: I fucking wish.
tbish asked: I Fuckin miss you.
reblog if you'll probably still be single on...
stevecanete:
kaylasmiith:
my life
The awkward moment when you have a thousand tabs...
lets-go-lesbos:
xosuebooxo:
wakeupmary:
umbreffa:
EVERY FUCKING TIME.
WHERE IS IT OH GOD WHICH ONE IS POSSESSED
CONGRATULIONS,
YOU WON
LOLOL
Listen
Listen
another day
another struggle. I’m working pretty hard to smooth out, slow down and straighten the bends. glue broken pieces. mainly me. there is so much i have to work on within myself. shit should be better soon. im swallowing this idea of “stop caring so much about what others think” if i could just wrap my mind around that, im sure things will work themselves out.