February 2011
poster boys for sarcasm: How To Piss People Off →
bittersweetcacophony:
Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.
In the memo field of all your checks, write “for sexual favors.”
Specify that your drive-through order is “TO-GO.
f you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.
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when i first saw this i laughed so hard.. XD
I fell for every fucking word.
this picture inspired an interesting dream...
January 2011
i think i'm going to become a gay man, and quit.
hehe i wish.
There are six places I dream of visiting:
jetaimealafolie:
HOGWARTS:
AND NARNIA:
AND NEVERLAND:
AND MIDDLE EARTH:
AND OZ:
AND WONDERLAND:
final thought
what would my life have been like if i had never discovered myspace….
-shudder-
17
is the magic age
not sure about future numbers yet
"classify yourself"
somebody at school said to me,
“i really like your style.. if you had to classify it, what would you call it?”
which i thought was an odd question to begin with.. so i said, “uhh.. i don’t know.. art freak?”
they asked, “why art freak?”
i said, “cause that’s really all i do.”
i’ve never been asked to classify myself.
some...
normal
is what i’m finally starting to feel after months of medication ups and downs
lost a follower, but oh well. you either care or you don’t.
withdrawls
no i’m not cut out for this kind of life
losing grip
i feel like i’m dying..
emptiness surrounds me
i have lost all motivation
lost all will to succeed..
maybe i should have stayed on meds?
maybe this is just a passing phase?
i really hope something good happens soon, cause i’m tired of everything around me.
do you like to hurt?
seems i do it all the time
can’t get rid of this fragile sensation
not sure how to make things work the right way
can’t take school today - a failure.
cried all break, went home.
what is wrong with me and my life?
i’ve got everything i could ask for or so it seems..
i’ve got a man that loves me, a family that does the same.
a cute puppy, a patient heart, a caring...
what i dream of isn't you
literally.
1. repetitive picture hallway dream where i am looking for, trying to find or distinguish amongst the rest, tegan.
2. dreams about random guys, idk where their images come from, but they are there.. my brain is good at making things up that appeal to me.
3. not when i am alone..
i’m not exactly sure what’s going on.. maybe i’m just sexually deprived lately (not...
a lot of my shit's
just misplaced aggression
hah
i am not
the kind of girl you’d think was hot.
but apparently my friends practice fucking me in their heads…
some disturbing images lead from that
can’t trust ‘em, not going to..
“friends” for the most part never are what they say they are.
the things they don’t say are the words that linger.
