oh gosh darnit always accidentally reblogging to this because i leave myself logged in so i can post on my password protected blahg
NO GOOD AT THIS
July 2012
3 posts
people who think it hurts to step on a lego have obviously never stepped on the plug in on the end of a cord
ive stepped on a nail excuse you
i’ve stepped on a whole goat okay neither of us were happy about that
i once killed a man
I KEEP ACCIDENTALLY POSTING /ABOUT/ PORN HERE
WOOPS SRY GUIZ
June 2012
38 posts
at least i’ve only awkwardly reblogged stuff here twice
and none of it has been porn!!
Unrequited Love Poem →
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You will be out with friends
when the news of her existence
will be accidentally spilled all over
your bar stool. Respond calmly
as if it was only a change in weather,
a punch line you saw coming.
After your fourth shot of cheap liquor,
leave the image of him kissing another woman
in the toilet.In the morning, her name will be
in every headline: car crash, robbery, flood.
When he calls you, ignore the hundreds of ropes
untangling themselves in your stomach.
You are the best friend again. He invites
you over for dinner and you say yes
too easily. Remind yourself this isn’t special,
it’s only dinner, everyone has to eat.
When he greets you at the door, do not think
for one second you are the reason
he wore cologne tonight.Someone told you once,
a soulmate is not the person who
makes you the happiest, but the one
who makes you feel the most,
who conducts your heart to bang the loudest,
who can drag you giggling with forgiveness
from the cellar they locked you in.
It has always been him.In his kitchen, he will hand-feed you
a piece of red pepper. His laugh
will be low and warm and it will make you
feel like candlelight. Do not think this is special.
Do not count on your fingers the number
of freckles you could kiss too easily.
Try to think of pilot lights and olive oil,
not everything you have ever loved about him,
or it will suddenly feel boiling and possible
and so close. You will find her bobby pins
laying innocently on his bathroom sink.
Her bobby pins. They look like the wiry legs
of spiders, splinters of her undressing
in his bed. Do not say anything.
Think of stealing them, wearing them
home in your hair. When he hugs you goodbye,
let him kiss you on the forehead.
Settle for target practice.At home, you will picture her across town
pressing her fingers into his back
like wet cement. You will wonder
if she looks like you, if you are two bedrooms
in the same house. Did he fall for her features
like rearranged furniture? When he kisses her,
does she taste like wet paint?You will want to call him.
You will go as far as holding the phone
in your hand, imagine telling him
unimaginable things like you are always
ticking inside of me and I dream of you
more often than I don’t.
My body is a dead language
and you pronounce
each word perfectly.Do not call him.
Fall asleep to the hum of the VCR.
She must make him happy.
She must be
She must be his favorite place in Minneapolis.
You are a souvenir shop, where he goes
to remember how much people miss him
when he is gone.— Sierra DeMulder
can you please just die
oh bb~~~
i mean obviously not by every random person ever
i kinda sorta like being manhandled woops
er wait i mean the first time that actually mattered (that time being dan)
I LOVE WHEN MY FRIENDS SEE DICK FOR THE FIRST TIME
my first time was like “lets pretend i didn’t notice I CAN’T LOOK AT IT”
the best manicures are the ones that sparkle
AH I SEE ME
that email i have is the one where you sent me the tweets with jordan and her boy AHAHAH it makes me feel less cray
also i think it’s just kind of unfair to tell me something that’s going to really upset me anyway and just leave me with that and tell me not to tell him (and because of the sort of thing it is i can’t tell just ANYONE anyway)
because i can’t vent publicly about it and i can’t stuff it in my journal because i (voluntarily) show dan everything in my journal, regardless of whether or not it’s about him or his friends or something and my friends can only go so far to reassure me and it’s just no good
i think this will probably be the last post even sort of pertaining to it but i’m not quite so anxious anymore which is good but everything leading up to the end of my story to him was just anxiousness
but really??? how am i not supposed to talk to him about that
I TELL HIM EVERYTHING
WHEN SOMETHING IS BOTHERING ME, HE KNOWS
i got really overwhelming anxious about stuff that doesn’t necessarily pertain to me, but puts me in a bad position where i’m gonna be anxious regardless and when i’m overwhelmed i basically start crying because that’s just what happens
not generally that often
but more often lately
this has been a post about how i am crazy
wasn’t that my winter guard song……………….
yes i do believe it was
now u kno my feels
i thought you ALWAYS wanted to get off tho
it’s like, i’m horny?? but not in the way where i want to get off, i just want to have sex
so i don’t feel like fapping and that’s weird to me
Always, stop bullshitting yourself
totally just saw a photo of myself that made me want to cover my eyes and dieeee
But you look so pretty
maybe sometimes
there are like 3 grad parties i’ve been invited to + my 6 months this saturday
i hate all of you
i want to never see another photo of myself ever again tyvm
i had a dream where that song "hallelujah" by jeff buckley was playing
as the background music for whatever was happening, like in a movie?
which i guess caused me to dream sob a lot
crying in your dreams is such a weird feeling
i can’t wait to stalk it
you’ll love it because i am KWALITY
(no)
now i'm just making myself sad because GO BIG OR GO HOME
“It was the first time in my career, my life, I realized someone could go out — and I probably shouldn’t say this with the press here, but — no, but it’s more important. You’re more important. For the first time in my life I understood how someone could consciously decide to commit suicide. Not because they were deranged, not because they were nuts; because they’d been to the top of the mountain and they just knew in their heart they’d never get there again, that it was never going to be that way ever again. That’s how an awful lot of you feel.”
—Vice President Joe Biden • Addressing a group associated with the Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors, which supports friends and families of service members who are killed in action. Biden’s wife and daughter were killed in a car accident in 1972, and he realizes how important this story could be to others. He notes that Jill, his current wife, really helped him through his tough times. “This woman literally saved my life,” Biden said. Things are looking more positive for Biden and his family these days: Just yesterday, their 30-year-old daughter, Ashley, was married. source (via • follow)
imagine what’ll happen once i start using my private blog, though
it will literally just be posts like this all the time
ramblings
ben said his was reminiscent of a “stream of consciousness” (which is also the name of a legit blog which i followed briefly but now do no longer because w/e i was too lazy to read the posts lets be real here)
and that’s basically what this will be
nicole’s brain, 24/7
I'M CRYING TO TAYLOR SWIFT SEND HELP
i’d say i’ve reached a new low but this isn’t the first time soooo uhh
guys i just noticed the pattern
these are essentially all breakup songs or potential break up songs, EXCEPT for little talks (except for the part where she’s like ‘you’ve gone, gone away’ etc, she could be referring to something else but i kind of just assumed it had something to do with her depression tearing them apart and that makes me sad as fuck)
or maybe all of my sad songs just have to do with breakups? i don’t actually know, maybe some of them … aren’t??
on your porch isn’t, but i can’t think of any others right this very moment
and it’s like, frustrating, because i made a pact with myself that i wouldn’t post on my private blog until i graduated and there are just some things i want to say that i can’t hear because i don’t want like 95% of you to see it and it’s unfortunate and i hate it because i hate saying things specifically to keep up appearances but i do, i do.
i’m listening to songs like “little talks” and “where will you be” and getting really sad because the situations in both those songs are really depressing and tonight is kind of a night where i feel the need to cry? or feel like it would be good but there’s just
nothing there
i need to watch a sad chick flick that’s gonna make me cry or listen to sad music
(now it’s “where are you now”)
guys, tumblr, listen to me
sometimes i’m very paranoid?? and dan knows this
i just don’t want things to go awry and like i acknowledge there will always be the possibility of ~ending~ but i just
keep worrying
about the same things
the car things and the thing where someone better (for him) could just hop along and it’s like
i don’t know
i don’t know.
i want to say something but i don’t know what to say because i’m no good with feelings and putting them into words (sometimes)
kind of glad i brought my straightener
my bangs have never dried more retarded in my entire life
this math is taking so goddamn long
if my final is like this i will probably fail because i won’t be able to finish 10 pages
actually i don’t know who would, we have trouble even finishing like 3-4 pages in 1 class period…
omg my boobs are so warm
SUDDENLY I UNDERSTAND
it’s always so amusing when other people are horny
my loins are frothing
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BY ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKING
May 2012
55 posts
say this in the tone kristen wiig used in bridesmaids when she said “help me i’m poor”