January 2011
I think my New Year's resolution is going to be to...
Day Ten:
I fell so hard for you that it broke my face,
and my heart.
I love you and I probably always will. But, we go days without having a meaningful conversation. And, I used to miss you so much when that happened. But it never seemed like you missed me and I guess because of it, I stopped missing you.
December 2010
I have so many beautiful, and wonderful, and...
Love isn’t always a lightning bolt, you know? Maybe sometimes it’s just a choice. Maybe true love is a decision. You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. To give to somebody. Without worrying wether they’ll give anything back. Or if they’re gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn’t something that happens to you. Maybe it’s...
Day Nine:
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13157) My diet consists of coffee and cigarettes.
If you expect terrible things, then they don't...
Day Eight:
1) Broken hearts.
2) STEEZEEE.
3) a good vocabulary.
I'm going to make this personal. (you might want...
not that any of you read my Tumblr.
Dear Kaitlyn, Hannah, Lauren, MegAnn, Danya, Fil, Sandy, Jolyn, Logan, Cody, Kevin, Savanna, and Karam,
I’m sorry. And I’m not expecting my words to mean much of anything, if that, anymore, and I’m sorry about that, too. Every single terrible thing I have wronged you with, I’ve made different excuses for, not wanting to admit that I do...
It was one of those March days when the sun shines...
I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which...
– Francois Sagon
Can you imagine how skinny we'd all be if we spent...
Day Seven:
1) Bad teeth.
2) Bad taste in politics/music.
3) Someone who says “no” a lot.
4) Someone with no steeze.
12121) I don't know how to eat. I don't know what...
Day Six:
1) Jesus.
2) My mother.
3) Kaitlyn/Danya.
4) Jacob.
5) Jacklynn.
Dear Ladies, (I would really, really suggest you...
You know who you are, the ones who sit and blog about how overweight you are, the ones who post thinspo pictures for your enjoyment only, the ones with progress blogs, the ones who post how much they ate in one day, then call themselves a failure,
LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING. STOP.
I understand, I do, trust me, fucking trust me, I understand having low self esteem, and not having the ability to...
sometimes I forget.
I forget that I don’t need an entire family of aunts, and uncles, and step-cousins, and grandfathers, and their wives, and their children to have a happy Christmas.
I love you, mom. You’re all I could want.