January 2012
30 posts
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I have no outlet for my frustrations nor my musings and it feels like being slowly suffocated by a cow’s ass.
I would rather converse with a wall than 90% of the people I know.
I hate writing.
It’s incredible how much time is spent contemplating the dynamics of misery.
What is it? Where does it come from? How do we lessen its pain? Or can we not feel it at all? Is there something we did to deserve this? Was it my fault all along?
Happiness, though, that’s simple. No one questions that, they just pursue it. They don’t ask what it is or when they’re feeling it....
I mean, doesn’t it bother you? Being a walking cliché?
Even a little?
Trying to decide what to post about on tumblr.
Use the written word to express my thoughts.
Something awkwardly sexual.
I wish “what the fuck happened to you? You used to be awesome.” was a legit question and didn’t piss people off and they’d just give you a straight answer.
Don’t ask me about my future. I’m continually trying to trade my futures for a spectacular present and an unforgettable past.
So I was really fucking cold because it’s cold outside
But then I realized my window was open so I closed it and now I’m just extremely hot ergh.
Clothing is a first world problem.
Sometimes you walk into a room, take a quick look around, and decide very decisively that you really want to leave as soon as humanly possible.
Yeah, I feel that way about the whole world.
When you’re sitting there thinking about something you’ve done for someone and suddenly realize there is a 98% chance they took it completely the wrong way.
Oh, how delightfully awkward.
I find the phrase “that’s life” ever so amusing. People seem to use it to describe situations in which I don’t feel very alive at all. I get so paralyzed sometimes. I can’t think, laugh, or feel alive because everything that happens just seems to put me back down again. “Well, that’s life.” They say, almost too simply. And I can’t help but...
It seems like a good time to discuss one of my greatest life dreams:
Get high with all of you
fawnsandferns asked: ME
Liking posts is a form of communication right?
“Hey, what’s up, like what you’ve posted here. Miss you. Hope you’re well. I possibly really want to fuck you.”
Anonymous asked: Being rough with a girl.
Ugh my ask box does NOT have to be dusty like your...
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the "turn off" "turn on" game. ask me anything and...
Elena…
You’re the weirdest.
Normal people:
Oh hey, what’s up? Haven’t talked to you in a while.
Slightly weird people:
Ohhhh wow! You’re still alive, omg, what have you been, like, doing!?
Shy:
You still owe me nudes
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~*~fat sassy friend~*~
I’m bored post nudes.
They say you’ve fallen in love when you can finally appreciate all the love songs.
Well I want to know what went wrong, I only began to laugh hysterically at how ridiculous they all were.
It’s really strange how someone can be on your mind a lot, even when you keep your distance from them.
And then they enter your life in some small, usually pretty insignificant way. You just see their name, someone mentions them, or they make some off hand comment toward something you said. And it’s like an unavoidable trap your mind instantly throws itself into in which you find...
Attraction based on similar interests never works out. It always ends badly.
“Omg you like this certain thing, let me love you!!”
“lol no you’re a creep what are you doing”
“Omg you like this thing that I like, let’s go skip across a field of flowers and maybe make the sexy time!”
“lol no we’re just going to talk about that thing...
Do you ever just walk around, poking things, wondering just how it’d feel if you poked it with your cock instead?
I got to kiss beer at midnight I’m pretty solid.
December 2011
10 posts
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I’m alive.
Tumblr is just fucked and makes me feel like punting cute things.
But I miss a lot of you.
Okay.
Okay I need to stop missing people I barely know so terribly.
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Our Hearts Are Ticking
When I’m sad, I think of moments passed. When I’m happy, I think of moments ahead. When I’m frantic, I think of moments lost and when I’m angry I think of moments to take away.
The passing of time seems to be influenced greatly by the state of my heart. I’ve never really noticed, time either ticks or flies and I’m rarely concerned with which. But when...
I think hand holding might be the single most mis-interpreted act of affection ever. People are always treating it as a first small step toward more intimate actions like kissing, or a publicly acceptable way to say “I’m in a relationship to the person whose hand is attached to mine.”
But really, it’s a single desperate act to attempt to share an emotion with another...
A life changing event is a lot harder to deal with when you see it coming.
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Work: “Oh, nice! What are you calling this software?”
Me: “Mother fucking macys sale”
Work “…o..oh…why?”
me: “I don’t know, it’s just what I named the folder. So I rolled with it.”
If someone could just single handedly make tumblr interesting again I would greatly appreciate it.
We’ve gone from two people finding their way together to two people losing it apart. Now the only thing we want to find is a place away from you, away from me, a place to rest our weary heads and broken hearts. But we just keep going in these circles.
Who am I, again?
November 2011
42 posts
That strange way any song I’ve heard in the rain makes me think of you.
It’s amazing the role power and dominance plays in a relationship.
It’s like some people just trade an imaginary upper hand back and forth. Like it’s a competition rather than a relation. A girl wants to fuck you? Your girlfriend is suddenly both jealous and more interested in you. A guy wrote her a love note? You can’t live another night without her. The girl you like...
Anonymous asked: i promise tits
Reblog if you're insecure about your giant penis
Anonymous asked: Holy tits, I wish you could realize that you are greater than the average man. I'm not used to being able to say this but looking at your tumblr has literally just fucking brought me to tears. You're great, and I'm not saying that because I'm an anonymous douche who may or may not be secretly "in love" with you. I'm saying it because it's the god damn truth....
It’s the perfect friendship when all your conversations eventually lead to butt groping.
When most people get high and pass out really early they get a good nights rest. But no not me I just wake up at some fucked hour of the early morning.
I’m not angry. I’m just acting this way so I can hide behind a more familiar emotion.
