|16th Mar 2014✧04:44123,856 notes
Always a constant struggle between sparking that sense of wonder and accepting a specific version of bitter reality.
Put your lips close to mine
As long as they don’t touch
Out of focus, eye to eye
Till the gravity’s too much
And I’ll do anything you say
If you say it with your hands
And I’d be smart to walk away,
But you’re quicksand
I got a sip of your poison. But it never truly intoxicated me.
|7th Jan 2013✧18:2224 notes
There should be a big circle of people on Tumblr who dedicate themselves to following back/ not lying about it.
Then the outcasts can be the unfollowers.
I’ll finally get my revenge muahahahaha.
What’s that? Get a life.
This is my life, my dear. My pathetic life :)
Follow me and I’ll follow you back until forever (forever only ends if you unfollow me first).
I always follow back! Promise :)
I’m 18. I’m in college. I discovered the Internet a long time ago.
Also. BAHAHHAHA. You’re too cute, old man. “Bedtimes” bahahhahah. I’ll stop.
It’s kinda pathetic how I secretly used to read at night. And last night I read The Fault In Our Stars.
It influenced my dreams.
The boy that I’m trying to not like… Well I hook up with him in my dream, get some red & black tattoo, then ask for his watch so I could dress up like a character in a book. AHEM.
Weird thing is SPOILER ALERT. Aajdajfkhs,fhskjHazelandGushookedupanditwasoneofthelastthingsIreadAJFBKJABASGB.
I’m not sure how to explain it. But I almost felt like I was lucidly dreaming.
And the hooking up with said boy. It was satisfying yet so so bizarre. Because in the dream right after I hook up with him and leave…I text my best friend saying I finally got a boyfriend. Bahahhahahahhaha.
God, I’m so pathetic. Forever alone <3
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|19th Nov 2012✧15:586 notes
With the idea of you. It’s not rejection I feared. It’s not taking a chance to see the real you. It’s giving up and not knowing what I give up. But I feel relieved. Like, you kinda fucking suck. I will not wait for you. I will not chase after you. I refuse to be that desperate and clingy girl. My feminazi bitch ways may be back. But, I’m so happy. I need someone who can actually give a shit. You’re reckless and careless. I’m naive and cautious. There’s no need for a friendship. Shame, all that time wasted thinking about you. Have fun with your life. Enjoy figuring things out. Because I will enjoy figuring out what I need instead of what I want. I don’t need you. Goodbye.