January 2012
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lol tumblr won’t make this easy.
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Master of my domain
Going celibate and to make matters worse, no soda either. I think I’m going to keep it going until May [dependent on the date of a certain event], so it won’t be for that long, but I know it’ll be hard difficult. I just had a dream where I met up with people from university, and they all asked why I haven’t done/accomplished anything yet. Then I realized this is what...
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When I first moved to where I am now, I had about 3 friends left. I think I’m at 0. The idea of a friend as someone who genuinely wants to hang out with you, and will ‘hit you up’ or seek you out is somewhat foreign to me nowadays. This, however, is good. I really don’t feel like I have anything left to occupy or distract myself with outside of things that I must do....
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2012
“I’m really scared for my generation, you know. The thing that scares me most is Tumblr. I hate what Tumblr has become. Because it like, it reminds me of those clique-y girls in high school that used to make fun of everyone else and define what was cool, but in five years, when you all graduate, that shit doesn’t matter. No one gives a fuck about that shit. Instead of kids going...
December 2011
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onemustbesocarefulthesedays:
New Years is never...
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jackrael:
things I have grown tired of seeing on my dashboard and on various blogs after almost 3 hours of image scavenging. I have to admit I am 100% guilty of reblogging or featuring some of these and will probably continue to do so (ie. gratuitous espresso shots)
leopard anything
studs on anything
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Posted 1 year ago, lol
contrapposto:
No matter how sorry I want to feel for myself, or how pointless I feel it is to continue, tomorrow I’m going to wake up, and find that life didn’t get the memo; the sun still rose, my lungs still breath, and my heart still beats.
I honestly can’t remember why I felt like this or wrote it. I feel the exact same now, and think my circumstances warrants such feelings, however...
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Home Burial
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step and then undid it To raise herself and look again. He spoke Advancing toward her: “What is it you see From up there always?—for I want to know.” She turned and sank upon her skirts at that, And her face changed from terrified to dull. ...
November 2011
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