March 2012
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Conquered game of thrones first season. Who has hbo so Nathan and I can watch the second season starting Sunday.
Mar 31st
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Mar 31st
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Mar 30th
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Mar 28th
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Mar 27th
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Mar 27th
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Mar 26th
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Mar 25th
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Mar 25th
Mar 24th
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Mar 24th
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It’s interesting that the person that made me hurt so much last week, is making me the happiest person this week. Life doesn’t work out like I think it will, but it always works out.
Mar 23rd
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Mar 23rd
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Mar 21st
Mar 21st
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Mar 20th
Mar 20th
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Mar 20th
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I learned a lot about being a friend when I was alone. Well I played with fire, I burned it all down. I’ve made more mistakes than you can count.
Mar 20th
Mar 18th
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Mar 18th
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Mar 18th
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I don’t want to be lonely anymore.
Mar 17th
neekaisweird: how do you stop hating life missing people caring about certain people so much complaining
Mar 17th
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I realized that the only thing i am good at is reading.
Mar 17th
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“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical...”
– Allen Ginsberg
Mar 16th
skinny friend: omg I wish I was skinny
smart friend: omg I only got a B+
athletic friend: omg I wish I could run
not single friend: omg I hate my boyfriend
popular friend: omg people always want to hang out with me
me:
me:
me:
me:
me: *cries in the shower*
Mar 16th
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“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its...”
– Sylvia Plath (via dormio)
Mar 16th
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Rented young adult thinking it would be funny and cheer me up. It is not funny. And it did not cheer me up. Worst movie choice in a long time.
Mar 16th
Mar 15th
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Mar 15th
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“Tell me, is the rose naked Or is that her only dress? Why do trees conceal...”
– Pablo Neruda
Mar 15th
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ronakeller: Sometimes it’s those things you don’t mention that eat you up from the inside. And when they say you work yourself up into it it doesn’t make much sense to you and it doesn’t make much sense to them. It is there on the kitchen chair, holding back your tears, that you wonder how anything could be less true when you simply do feel it.
Mar 14th
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empty-aisles: Despite how fucked up everything is, I love you.
Mar 14th
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I hate how breaking up is the only real option right now. Either this week or in the fall.  I hate how it has come to this.  I hate that I can love someone so much. So much it hurts. So much that it can blind my vision to the wrong that has been done.  I don’t wantto be alone. I want to be able to wake up next to you. And see your giant smile. To be able to call you in the middle of the...
Mar 14th
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Mar 13th
I have never hated myself more. I have never hurt so much. I have never been so alone.
Mar 13th
"What about you? Are you happiest and saddest right now that you’ve ever been?”
“Of course I am.”
“Why?”
“Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you."
Mar 13th
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Mar 13th
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Nothing gets better, it only gets worse. Thanks life for proving your point.  It keeps getting worse. 
Mar 13th
Mar 13th
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Bon iver brings back the best and the worst memories. I hate that.
Mar 12th
daily schedule for happiness
paradoxicalsentiments: after waking up rise early exercise or go for a walk eat fruit write a list of 10 things you are grateful for create and follow a “to do” list of 5 items throughout the day give someone a sincere compliment if someone tries to engage you in gossip, then change the subject organize your desk complete your work on time help someone do something after work spend...
Mar 12th
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Mar 12th
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Mar 12th
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How do you tell your boyfriend that his pictures are really boring or over edited and he should think of a new career path unless he wants to be taking grade school year book pictures for the rest of his life
Mar 11th
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Mar 11th
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Blood in my eyes for you.
Mar 11th
“i felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– charles bukowski (via luna-linaa)
Mar 11th
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Always saying too much. Never saying enough.
Mar 11th
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