February 2012
61 posts
Library Porn.
iamthedroidyourelookingfor:
stationarywanderlust:
madgirlinasheet:
fringewithbenedicts:
stayathomesarah:
Bristol.
Czech Republic.
Melk, Austria.
Spain.
Switzerland.
STOP IT.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME.
STOP.
Hello beauty.
*literarygasm*
Breathe. It’s just a bad day. Not a bad life.
Please,
Take me back to the days when he still loved me.
I realise that I can’t have it now, and was never meant too, but I need it.
So just please, just please, take me back to those days?
Oh also, on a happier note..
There are two - actually three - beautiful girls who I want to thank for last night.
Firstly thanks to this lovely girl, your message may only have been a few words long, but those strong words were really needed and just the fact that you took that little bit of time to send them means a lot. Btw, I didn’t do it in the end (:
Next up, to this pretty little face. Thank you ever so for...
...Where did everyone go?
Y’know, at one point I had people to talk to.
I had people (yes, plural) who I could go to when I was upset; who I could cry to and vent to and just completely open up to. People who would listen and try to help if they could and who would just be there. I had friends that were there for me like that, and who I knew were there for me like that, and who I trusted.
It seems like all those...
God Answers.
Me: I feel so ugly, fat, and worthless..
God: You're beautiful, the perfect size, and you mean everything to me.
Me: I'm just so worried, and I can't sleep.. I'm exhausted.
God: Give me all your problems, and I will give you rest.
Me: I'm dirty, rotten, and I'll never be able to fix my mistakes.
God: I forgive you, I accept you. Come, I will give you freedom from your past!
Me: I can't do this anymore! My heart is broken.. I give up.
God: Hand me every piece of your heart, and I promise I will fix it.
Me: Nobody ever notices me.. I just wish someone cared.
God: I notice everything, and nobody will ever care about you like I do.
Me: Nobody loves me, and they never will!
God: I died for you, and have loved you with an everlasting love.
This is the first time in months
But the urge to harm is so strong right now. Like shit. I’d forgotten how it felt to be like this. I hate myself for this. For letting myself feel like this. I am the biggest fucking pathetic idiot. Fuck.
How on earth did I end up meaning so little..?
It just kinda hit me how lonely I could end up...
Like, wow. This could potentially get really difficult. Great.
If I ever see you again, I will make you give me the answers to the questions that haunt me, or at least I will do everything in my power to make that so. I won’t be a coward like you were, and I won’t let you be one again either. I’m not going to deny myself the explanation I deserve if it’s within my power to have it. Yes, it may be incredibly hard and I may well regret...
Realization.
I’ve realized that it never would have been me who ended things. Even if you stayed but continued to change and pull away from me. Even if your indifference grew and your love for me seemed to fade.
I would have stayed. I would have tried and worked and loved you every single day. It was always going to be you who left, and I think a part of me knew that from the start.
But even so,...
I can barely remember how it felt to hold your...
And queue the tears at how much I still miss you.
Y'know something?
I can’t think of one day where I have been happy for the majority of my waking hours since you left. There have been days that come close; days when I have been happy again. But for the most part, and in regards to being happy for most of a day, you’ve stolen that from me. I suppose I’m lucky, because recently, I’ve finally been able to have whole days where I am...
Who wants to be my Tumblr valentine?
hi-im-jenna:
inboxxx me(;
i will literally answer anything you ask me. i'm...
1. What is your best friends name?
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?
3. What are you listening to right now?
4. Whats your favorite number?
5. What was the last thing you ate?
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be?
7. How is the weather right now?
8. Who was the last person you talked 2 on the phone?
9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
10. Do you have a significant other?
11. Favorite TV show?
12. Siblings?
13. Height?
14. Hair color?
15. Eye Color?
16. Do you wear contacts?
17. Favorite Holiday?
18. Month?
19. Have you ever cried for no reason?
20. What was the last movie you watched?
21. Favorite Day of the Year?
22. Are you too shy to ask someone out?
23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)?
24. Hugs or Kisses?
25. Chocolate or Vanilla?
26. Do you want your friends to respond to this?
27. Who is most likely to respond to a text from you?
28. Who is least likely to respond to a text from you?
29. What books are you reading?
30. Piercings?
31. Favorite movies?
32. Favorite football Team?
33. What are you doing right now?
34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?
37. Dogs or cats?
38. Favorite flower?
39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?
40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex?
41. Have you ever loved someone?
42. Who would you like to see right now?
43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten?
44. Have you ever fired a gun?
45. Do you like to travel by plane?
46. Right-handed or Left-handed?
47. How many pillows do you sleep with?
48. Are you missing someone?
49. Do you have a tattoo?
50. Anybody on Tumblr that you'd go on a date with?
please!
I am just so incredibly tired.
I’m tired of who I am. Not in the sense that I have a problem with my person, more just that I’m so tired of everything that makes me who I am. I’m tired of thinking so much; of thinking so deeply. I’m tired of feeling like this; of feeling things so amazingly deeply. I’m tired of knowing I mean so little to you; of knowing I mean less than the dirt beneath your feet....
Can someone please explain this to me?
How is it that someone can walk out of my life, pretend I don’t exist and treat me like I’m worth less than dirt, while, even two months later, I find sit here late at night and find myself sub-consciously composing mental love letters to that person, wishing that I could still be the one bringing a smile to their hardest of days and making them feel amazing? How does that work?
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I will not take it anymore.
Either you treat me well, or I walk away. I don’t care who you are, how long we’ve known each other, how close we are, how much I treasure you - none of that matters. If you treat me like shit, I will simply walk away from you. No explanations. You can work it out for yourself, and then we’ll talk. If you don’t, then fine, we’ll just move on like nothing happened. But...
You feel like a dream that I sometimes I can only...
You know what?
I was the right choice. And you didn’t choose me.
So it’s your loss. Entirely. 100%.
pervyanon:
So instead of being all FOREVER ALONE why don’t we all go and buy a bunch of cheesy Valentine’s day cards and write to: you from: me on them and then just hand them out to everyone we pass all day and smile at them and wish them a happy day and tell them that someone loves them how about we do that