November 2010
Dear Guy Who Keeps Texting Me
Yes, it’s really awesome you’re studying Russian. And yes, I do like Vonnegut. Thank you for calling me pretty all the time. Catching lunch sometime sounds nice. But I am going to continue to reply to all your texts with vague one-word answers. I really am sorry for blowing you off all the time, because you are a sweet guy. But I’m just not interested. It’s not that...
November, new month, new start
etpourquoipasmince:
without failure, I promise.
“You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.”
– The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman (via thechocolatebrigade)
There's this guy in my old neighbourhood
that bought a Russian bride about six years ago.
Their daughter looks exactly like Brook Shields.
C’est incroyable.
Anonymous asked: I think you blog is fantastiic.
I fucking hate that whenever I eat, my stomach looks like I’m pregnant again. I’m not exaggerating. Whenever I eat, you can see a bump. It’s terrifying.
There aren't words.
I am so fucking pissed right now. Pissed at every person who ever promised they’d be there for me. Pissed at everyone’s who’s thrown me away when I’m inconvenient. Pissed at my mother.
I hate my mother so fucking much.
October 2010
For some reason I have a compulsion to go...
But I’m not sure I have a bathing suit.
I’m going to look for one at my mother’s house today, and hopefully go tomorrow.
I'm just a huge fucking hypocrite.
I was having consentual sex by the time I was a freshman in high school, but for some reason whenever I hear about girls having sex in high school, it makes me really sad. It’s like, they’re so freaking young. It doesn’t seem fair to them.
I don’t know why this is how I react, because I had sex all through highschool, but I can’t convince myself that its normal and...
I really should stop pretending I have a social...
Just give it up and be a hermit forever.
Or a nun.
Or a none.
Never having sex again anyway.
i only wanted to get laid tonight.
flippantfloozy:
Both of my options are unavailable.
Instead, I’m sitting here with Kim and Chelsey.
One of them is eating pudding.
One of them is Kim.
I
want
dick.
One of them is scared of hair spiders.
One of them has to work tomorrow.
One of them keeps hearing a noise.
And one is a baby.
I have a bony protrusion in my jaw.
It hurts.
Also, I am in love.
If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
Why is Zooey Deschanel a person.
OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD
WSU just posted the Spring 2011 schedule of classes. This wasn’t supposed to happen until November.
I’m not allowing myself to look at the English department schedule until I finish prioritizing every single class in the department.
But after that, I am probs gonna jack off to the department schedule. Just sayin’.
TMI Tuesday
Everytime I look down at my stomach and it looks a little bigger than usual, or maybe I run my hand over it and it feels a little harder than usual, I freak out and am terrified that I’m pregnant again. Even if I’ve taken my birth control on time every single day and have never skipped a day ever. Even if I haven’t even had sex since my last period. Even if I’m ON my...
I've been dead to you for a long time.
I'm done.
I give up. I give in. I don’t care anymore. I don’t feel anymore.
“I am guilty, Lord, but I am also a lover - and I am one of your best people, as...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via shamboliclibertine)
I'm going to be Holly Golightly for Halloween.
And it’s going to be classy.
“I think you and I are fighting a losing battle, here, but then so is everybody...”
– Hunter S Thompson’s closing sentence in a letter to Ann Frick (via avant-godard)
My roomates keep trying to 'help' me.
This involves a lot of obnoxious Cher music and being force-fed pumpkin bread.
I just want to watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s and count my split ends until the end of the world.
I’m just a horribly confused little girl.
I thought we'd escape
packed the fishing line and counted on it.
