I feel like I’m speaking another language, one which everyone i’ve ever encountered possesses no ability to understand.
this is the loneliest feeling one could ever know.
Just get in my bed already.
I will be there as soon as I can.
Well, I’ve never met a guy with tattoos to actually like them….But, I’ve met a couple of girls with them. Tattoos, to me, are photographic tokens or moments. Some people tattoo quotes or pictures that remind them of something. Tattooing what I consider “bullshit” isn’t sexy. Dont even get me started. But, anyways, I guess I’ll like it. I blame tumblr. Especially sleeves.
I’m looking for my favorite Jason Mraz song ! Favorite!
Forecast - Jason Mraz
But I can’t find it !
Dear random person on tumblr……
& put my song up.
-__-. I live in a world where Wale is boycotted because he’s(or was) beefin with Kid Cudi.
Its been pouring since 5:00 this morning. It’s now 6:18 am.
If I woke up to this every morning, I’ll never go to school. I’ll just stay in and write.
But then again, if it was pouring rain every morning, I would go back to sleep because the rain is very soothing.
I feel caged within my own mind sometimes. A prisoner of my own secrets, if you will. Sometimes I want to liberate myself. Take a risk of doing something I’m not comfortable with, of confessing things that have been bothering me, of just being naturally honest. But I can’t do that. Because I build up this reputation of how I want to be seen—polite, soft-spoken, childish—and then internally I rebel against it. I create lines for myself that I forbid myself to cross.
And sometimes I’m teetering right along the edge. Like when you’d tell your little brother to get out of your room and he’d stand as close to the doorway teasing, “Look! I’m not in your room! HAHA!”
This is me.
Jersey Shore is for pure entertainment. I hope that everyone on that show realize that they are famous for looking like whores, dirty people and complete imbeciles. people aren’t laugh with them, they are laughing at the cast of Jersey Shore. They all live in a dirty house and they consider themselves “family”. But, they aren’t. Just because MTV gave you seats at the VMAs and the MTV awards and shit, doesn’t mean you’re famous. It’s MTV for Christs sakes. these people are idiots. I love to gossip, comment and laugh at their stupidity.
Hate is just a failure of the imagination; the inability truly to imagine how the world looks to that person across the table, and how we look to him.
- Graham Greene
Writers, poets are visionary and imaginative. They should rule the world not legislations and governments.
I made apple turnovers today with a bunch of 3rd and 4th graders at my job. I love older kids. 2nd graders are horrible and the change in scenery was awesome.
The first thing I EVER posted on Tumblr was a quote. A Bob Dylan quote.
“All I can do is be me, whoever that is.”
That quote is still relevant to my life now, particularly today. I there are some parts of me that I cannot and I will NOT change to suit your disposition. Be upset. That’s perfectly okay with me. Because I’m the one that has to wake up in this body and live with the decisions I make or refuse to.
This is who I am, take it or leave it.
- Me : uhhh, im here to get fingerprinted.
- Guy : [looks at catholic school skirt] uhhh, lulz whut ?
- Me : [awkward] my job is asking for it. Even though I am 16.
- Guy : you go to catholic school.
- Me: I know. So what do I look like committing crimes? Jesus is watching me.
- Guy : o_0
I DON’T KNOW HOW I’M GONNA GO ABOUT POSTING AND ANSWERING THESE
Omg! You too!
Are you afraid to ask a question and get judged? Are you afraid to admit a confession to your tumblr crush/favorite tumblr?
Bring on the trollers.
I work at an after school program in a Jewish temple.
The fuck I need to get fingerprinted for?
When I can’t think of a word to explain my feelings(because it’s one of those days), I make up new words.
They make me feel slightly better.
I’m now thinking of a word that will explain frustration, stress, annoyance and fatigue.
Has inspired me to write. The simple words and sentences such as “a lot has changed in 10 years” or “I should’ve never said yes” can give a writer a wide base to work with. I could easily manipulate the one sentence I see on each ad and turn it into anything I like.
now, I just need to start writing all of them down instead of committing them to memory…
Today, in school, one of my ex-friends got sick. She gets really bad cramps-the ones that make you vomit and you’re immobilized and all of that crap. It’s one of those cases in which you have to take pills before you eat or you’ll vomit(along those terms). Right? Right.
So, 4th period(10:30 to 11:10), she got really sick and left in the middle of the class to throw up. Instantly, I felt the urge to go see her because not too many people seemed like they cared. So, after class, I stayed with her until the middle of 5th period to make sure she got the help she needed.
sigh. i dont remember the point of this post anymore.
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?
Even though it is a catholic school, there are several girls of the gay community that attend my school. I feel as if it is needed. I do have some supporters and many are telling me to to for it.
I’m going to write my argument tomorrow or Tuesday with my friend Allegra. She wants to hear our vice prinicipal’s argument. I believe we can achieve this goal. We have teachers who are gay and everyone knows they are. I’ve had a full blown conversation with many on this topic and they share the same view points as I do and others do.
I just think that the whole “it’s catholic school” will blow mine.
She finds a way to stay. She’s left an imprint everywhere.
What am I doing?
I would follow you ever, my dove,
Be it distant or close destination…
For the first time I’m singing of love,
For the first time I give up contention.
I feel as though people I know take advantage of their moms(or dads). It’s the fact that they take them for granted and that’s it.
Because, the simple scenario is that if you love one of your parents so much, you believe the myth that they will live forever ; that, when you have children and you are successful, they will be alive. They will become your childrens grandparents ; they will walk you down the aisle to get married at age 35. That they will be able to share old advice that you wouldn’t have understood at age 12.
It started with the childhood dream. You want your parents to live forever. It was the best thing.
But, they die. Eventually. My mom did, at the shitty age of 12 years old, the perfect time when I needed a woman role model.
&& I’m 16 years old now, and the pain doesn’t fade away. The littlest things can easily trigger the horrible reality and bam, the tears start.
But, everyday, I see people that take advantage of their moms or dads. They just walk all over them and expect them to accept it. People come to me and tell me things like “oh, my mom is being a prick, she isn’t letting me do this.”, or “my mom is bitching. I hate her.”
Do you honestly understand how bad I crave to hug my mom again? To see her everyday? To speak to her? To tell her I love her!?
Smfh . People wouldn’t understand the pain until it happens to then. They wouldn’t take their parents for granted once one of them dies or leaves.
When was the last time you hugged your mother? Your father? When was the last time you told then you loved them?
You never know when they might disappear.
I highly suggest you don’t take then for granted .
Let’s just have a ounce of hope inside of us, hoping that everything might go back to the way it use to be.
Just a little ounce.
Not enough to hurt me when I realize that it will never go back to the way things were .