Walk of shame.
I JUST DON'T SEE
I don’t see how you can think like that I don’t see why you just need a boyfriend so bad I don’t see why you need those things to make you happy I don’t see how getting high makes it better, or more enjoyable. It doesn’t. It makes you stupid. I don’t see how I can be so angry, and so forgetful, and so selfish. I don’t see how people go through their...
Life Breaking Out: amuffin: I think I lost my mind... →
amuffin: I think I lost my mind not too long ago. I haven’t been the same since. I’ve mostly recovered but have entirely lost my sense of direction. Of purpose. I’ve sort of been wallowing here waiting for my call. For something or someone to nudge me out of this mire, slap me in the…
The Ballet Blog: I saw The Hunger Games. My... →
theballetblog: First off, casting was perfect and the movie was amazing. BUT although handled wonderfully for the most part, they were lacking some very important moments from the book. Simple moments really, that wouldn’t have taken up much time or effort. Mostly, Peeta/Katniss details. Or maybe I just love… I completely agree with all of this and I am a Gale supporter so TAKE THAT
Anonymous asked: Sorry about your brother.
I just realized that what that guy from Invisible Children did was a symptom of schizophrenia. Seriously! I was just reading up on it cause I have to do this presentation in psychology and it just said every single thing he did for this type, called “Grossly disorginized behavior” and mannn. I was just like. Dang. I feel bad for him now. :/ And a little dumb I didn’t know this...
Back in Texas. Not home yet. In Dallas awkwardly spending the night at my cousin’s friend’s house. Want to go home. Miss Pete. Want to curl up in bed and sleep and cuddle Pete and cry a bit. Not sad.
In New Mexico
It snowed. It’s BEAUTIFUL. I love northern weather. I’m gonna get me some tribal stuff!
it doesn’t matter what I do It doesn’t matter what they say Because no matter what, I still lost my brother two months ago today.
I’ve kissed a total of four guys and not one of them meant anything and that kind of makes me sad.
And now the wound has begun to turn.
I always cry at school. Like, every day. Every time. I just sit there and start thinking too much and then I cry. I guess it’s cause I’m alone and I just have like two hours to waste. Usually I’m in my car or a little cubby in the library. But right now haha wellllllll I’m in the cafeteria and I am holding this rock in my throat trying not to scream and sob. I...