January 2012
happy new years eve everyone
December 2011
I’m having a hard time exactly pinpointing why I’m so mad but I’m furious and it isn’t diminishing and I feel like a tiny bitter unripened apple being kicked around by a bunch of hooligans as a mean of entertainment in a mid 19th century industrial town
being 18 sux!!1!!!!!!11!
I kinda feel like cigarettes are the easiest, least painful form of self harm
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mandarkslab:
Watching douchey people get uglier and uglier as the years go by makes me feel so good.
*calling all messy haired youths*
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mcjunkinn asked: relaxxxxxxxx brah. you didn't slam a steel door shut on your finger today.
mcjunkinn asked: omgzomgzomgzomgz you reblogged meeeeee
I’M OFFICIALLY 18 THIS IS SO EXCITING
myboobyisacage:
you know that kid in the movies or on tv who sits in the corner silently while everyone else is talking and suddenly starts talking with a blank look on their face about something intense and they stand and everyone is looking at them and eventually they start yelling and they sound crazy well guess what that kid is me
Wooo counting down til my birthday
Two more hours
Dayummmmm
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“Western wind, when wilt thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, that...”
– Anonymous
Anonymous asked: Who is your secret crush? Is there any guy/girl that you know that you just wish you could be with, or just someone you would love to hang out with for a day?
“For each ecstatic moment, we must an anguish pay”
– Emily Dickinson
“By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the...”
– Henry David Thoreau (via elige)
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Jaymay - Grey or Blue
What I received for christmas:
two poetry books
a book on snowflakes
large sum of money from my relatives (they never know what to buy me, I being the “mysterious, quiet child”, so they just sent checks)
shopping with my mom tomorrow (possibly getting a new camera)
not too shabby, not too shabby
tis the season
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Anonymous asked: did you write that poem yourself???
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“I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the...”
– If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
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