September 2010
33 posts
August 2010
21 posts
3.) mommy & daddy.
To begin with, I’d like to thank you both. I am very blessed to have parents that aren’t split. You spoil me with items i don’t need. And I know you love me unconditionally. You are stuck with me, might as well. dad-we don’t get along. That says it all. You walked out of our family last year and came back just expecting everything for that. It fixed a lot of things, but i...
2.) Goodnight secret crush.
I’ve liked you for the longest time. Ever since we met. A neighborhood block party, where you didn’t belong. I was a shy girl, embarrassed when you looked at me. It seems like for ever since that spring night. Forever a memory in my head. Now much later, I still like you so. The butterflies start up when I see your blue eyes looking at me. Not that I can complain. You still seem like a...
1.) Hello to my bestfriends.
I have gone through life with many friends and bestfriends, the difference between the two is so little it can often be over looked. Bestfriends are the ones who are there to laugh and then cry with you in the same ten minutes. They are the ones who you tell everything to and dissagree with only because you know it will never go away. Hubbard- You are the personality reflection of me. We get...
I want you to call me beautiful. I want you to show me off to all your friends. I want you to hold my hand in the halls. I want you to squeeze me tighter. I want you to call me yours &
be proud about it.
I've been doing a dangerous thing.
I’ve been thinking. I’ve been thinking how I got a tumblr to release stress and just express myself. Knowing a few people would know about it. But always knowing there was a small chance for someone else to stumble upon it. It was a hidden adrenaline. Now that my thoughts have been discovered I wasn’t sure how to react. The first thing i wanted to do was hide in a hole and delete...
goodbye tumblr, it was nice while it lasted.
Dear x.
It hurts me when you are upset. It is worse when I am the reason. I like you more than you know. It wasn’t ment for your eyes. And I said that then. Not now. I write to get things off my mind. I may not even mean it. Or over exaggerate. But it is over. Please don’t think I feel that way. Because I don’t. I hurt when you do. It is true I said that. But, don’t you remember?...
“we spent most of our time talking about
nothing, but i just want to let you...”
– (via erryonelovespeyt)
technology had failed me again.
You Don't Even Care.
I feel like you know you’re upsetting me, like you do it for a reason. Can’t you see the saddness in my eyes? I mean, how could you miss it? Do you know that you are the reason that it happens. You are the reasoning behind the happiness but you also cause the pain. I feel unwanted. I feel like I am failing a secret test. I feel like all you see is how i am not her. I feel like you...
I just realised that when I am upset, all i want...
A little bit of company.
I just realised how alone i get, so fast and so easily. Breathing has become my safety blanket. My dogs, your, him, or her. I love the company. I like the feeling of not being alone. Maybe i am scared of it? The loneliness. I could sit there and read as someone watched TV. But, just to be with someone could fix the problem. To have someone there. Just to be with someone. We don’t have to...
bug bites would look like giant zits. lovely.
It’s the silence that kills me. It’s the not knowing. It’s all the little stories that my head begins to create. It’s the stories that i don’t want to imagine. It’s the maddness I’m feeling. It’s this.
bwilinthehouse asked: while stalking your entire tumblr (no exaggeration), it made me want to just sit down and talk with you. btdubs- i like you. hehe (:
