April 2011
30 posts
I definitely do “push away the ones I love most.” In every instance of my life. I should stop that. Maybe…Since all my childhood, I’ve subconsciously felt the ones that cared about me most, didn’t, - for conditional reasons - and that now it seems almost wrong for it not to be true.
But then again, maybe not. And even so, that doesn’t fucking solve my problem...
He's definitely not drunk as fuck
Easy: You owe me a beefy crunch burrito. Say yes!
Me: No.
Easy: Yeeeaaaahhhh :)))*
huntingforhorizons:
I pick dead flowers
Dry flowers, broken flowers, colorless flowers. They’re all tiny too, my favorite kind. I keep them in three mason jars, along with bones and sticks I find as well. I don’t know why I keep them. I don’t remember where they’re from, nor the time. They don’t look the same as when I first became drawn. All they do, is sit in their place, hidden within the blend of other...
I'm totally in school right now.
Last night, Drew took me on a date to the movies to see Your Highness since it was the only movie that hadn’t started. Yeah, we smoked a j on the way, and as we were walking down the hall to find which room had our movie, I fell to the ground laughing uncontrollably. As we were talking about how COMPLETELY inconspicuous we were being, the title above our movie’s door read, “Your...
