February 2012
8 posts
A little drunk and a lot of happiness.
And I STILL don’t believe in opposite sex best friends in a fully platonic form. At least when they don’t know their boundaries. See what I mean girl, even the truth serum says so. But. With that aside. This is me, drunk and happy. And some things may never change. Ladi dadi, we like to pawdi.
Pray for them.
ettezyl:
tumblrnest:
i pray that they find the right way, and not to emotionally scar another community like they did ours.
St Anne is not just a church but a 2nd home. And it was really rough seeing the reaction of jim and fr geoffrey when they first saw what happened.
this picture speaks volumes.
Check the article for more pictures and the story.
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Ok... The whole "if you decide to treat your girl...
seanbeastly:
A relationship isn’t 50 first dates, and every day isn’t valentines day.
Sincerely,
Someone who is in a relationship.
Not saying that I treat my girl bad, I’m saying whats wrong with going out of your way to do some extra shit?
Word.
bitter ends.
Unless it clearly wasn’t real or at least not real enough, I have never seen a pretty break up. They’re all ugly and in turn, they make people do ugly things. Then you have the real butt ugly ones that make people either seem like assholes, pussies, or dicks. That’s how ugly break ups are. People become metaphorically equivalent to private parts. So, which one were you? Ha.
January 2012
14 posts
Don't mind me man,
I was just having fun…!
Snapshot.
You can shoot me if this comes off a little corny, But I have the butterflies.
And honey let that shutter fly According to the aperture Appropriate to capture every turn We make and break and sure,
Shoot me. Ha, get it.
Nostalgia.
You know that moment you hear a song that brings you to a memory you thought you lost between the pages. Fucking sucks when bad mental remnants ruin good songs. Oh yeah, by the way, did you know remnant is synonymous with the word residue? Haha I thought that was funny too.
IT REALLY IS IRONIC.
Everyone’s talking about the poor Asian fellow that got jumped by 7 ignorant dudes. Okay, here we go. I hate the fact that there are a million blogs and reblogs and re-reblogs about the attackers and how much everyone wants to find them. I mean, that’s wonderful, find them, turn them in, y’all are right, they deserve to get caught. But there is a blog that features a snapshot of...
Lil Wayne: Life's a bitch, nah better yet a dumb broad. I bet I could fuck the world and make her cum hard.
Aesop Rock: Life's not a bitch. Life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy. Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests. Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess.
Another day, another dollar. Minus taxes and deductions, so it’s really just another 15 cents.
The truth about the truth
Creating a good lie is so much more mentally exhausting than dealing with the truth. Unless you don’t mind your stomach in knots and their mind in nots.
In dedication.
I used to believe that it is possible to get over EVERY single past love. I am woman, but in the most napoleonic form, therefore I hold down my strength at almost all the convenient times. It’s been like a love ain’t a thing to a G kinda mentality, you know? (Yeah, yeah) But I beg to differ now. I’ll never get over my grandfather, and I’ll never get past it because he was...
domloblaw asked: how's your moleskin, lass?
#priorities
I’m neck deep in shit to do but I can’t quit the rebellion. I suppose that leaves me neck deep in shit. Period. So this is me, fully acknowledging that I have a list of priorities to check off the list but I’m so attached to the life I’ve been living that I almost don’t want to leave it. You grow accustomed to the people you know and the paychecks you cash, and you...
December 2011
8 posts
Make it or break it.
We all go through it sometimes.
But the point whole point of it is figuring out who you are going through it with. Big ass difference. This is the breaking point and you won’t know it til you’re in the midst of what is just presumably bullshit.
That’s when the bullshit is worth it.
2011
Could have been better. But I couldn’t have spent it with any better people. Best company.
can the artist find her touch.
the last time i wrote anything even remotely cohesive was 08/07/2011. someone inspire me. (yes, you.)
Taking your relationship for granted.
And finally realizing it. I guess that’s just what it takes for some folks. A sudden descent from love brings truth to the surface. Two people that want the same thing will come up twenty times stronger. Two people that can’t seem to make their priorities match will probably never be able to. Now, if my logic makes any sense. Love only works on the polar ends of the spectrum. You...
Dwelling on the same upsetting thought can only be...
Shake it. And if it was that easy, then I can click post and find the peace in the madness, but it’s madness, and I’m shook. When life gives you lemons, and you really wanted peaches, you have to agree to disagree with it. Sometimes you just have to make lemonade and act like everything is peachy.
November 2011
11 posts
Recognizing extremes.
How intricate.
You think folks know just what they’re doing or are they blind to the hypocrisy?
And for the record, readers, I don’t mean for this to come off negatively, at least not completely. But I guess that’s the intricate part./
day and night.
You’re a stronger person in the daytime. Yup. That’s probably because the sun shines light on all the good things you’re overlooking, all the little things you’re forgetting, all the blessings you haven’t counted. Then the moon comes, and you’re like fuck it, something’s missing.
Lover of all art forms.
An act of checkin your notions flared a few vexed emotions For the seconds we’ve been holdin’ I’ve wrecked the golden part of you. And though it’s harder to, I’ve started to pick the parts of you I’ve found in me and start anew, but a me without a you is like B.B. King without the blues is like da Vinci without a muse is like John C. without a tune. See, we were...
emotion/logic
I had a conversation with my coworker who told me that I’m thinking emotionally and I need to start thinking logically too. It made sense in the heat of the conversation, then I got home and thought, what the fuck does that mean? But okay, he’s right. I guess that’s when I came to the understanding that I haven’t been so in touch with my logic, at least not coherently....
Insight for a long night, pt 2.
I’ve decided to redirect my sense of confusion elsewhere, and I guess that means here. Three words. Love is blind.
It really is.
And if you are that one person on the face of this earth that is not capable of being blinded by love, thinking that you could fall into it with your third eye open at all times, well I hope you realize soon how blind you really are.
And I’m telling...
4:22am
an alcoholic got his gin, that’s what makes the poor man happy. nothin’ new but still a sin, a reason I can’t quit laughing. see, I laugh in the face of danger and it takes a great amount of faith to want to unravel this fate. but I proceed cause the preceding heart beating at a faster pace, exceeding my limit really makes me want to have a taste. but yo it’s still a sin/...
Three months and three days without you.
And it’s still so heartbreaking.
October 2011
7 posts
All these folks get irked at the misuse of your...
But nobody ever complains about the misuse of everyday and every day. Well. That irks me.
Life's not a bitch.
Life is a beautiful woman. You only call her a bitch cause she didn’t let you get that pussy. Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests, or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet talk the princess. —AESOP ROCK.
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Oooh child.
The fine line between men and women that serves as a mental barrier between the two, is probably made of 99% estrogen. Don’t trip, ladies, that’s why they’ll never understand! And don’t sweat it either, gentlemen, just hug her when she cries ahah.
excerpt, "good brain."
(no pun intended, pretty much.) It’s your logic. It’s your dianoetics. It’s the way each synapse seems to mismatch my impulse, But I act on impulse and I’m sorry. But this much isn’t about me, this is about you, About your logic. About your dianoetics. About the fact that I’m about that, And the way that I don’t always get it, but It’s your logic....
September 2011
5 posts
i’m stressed out about a lot of things, but i am happy. and i think that’s real happiness. when you can find a second to breathe among all the craziness, and still feel good about your blessings.
