September 2010
2 posts
Crying
Tumblr always makes me fucking cry.
I hate this ghetto fucking school. What the fuck.
So done with everything.
Love
Whether or not i love you depends on your perception of love.
Its not something i believe in, this one person for your whole life for whom you will care for more than anything else and be with forever. Why should i believe in something i have never seen?
You say love is wanting to be with someone most of the time, being willing to work through hard times because the good things are worth it,...
August 2010
2 posts
I feel like...
Ive worked so hard to create this image that i am not a girly girl, that i am a rough and tumble girl who likes to play in the mud and i can keep up with the boys.
All I want is to be his princess now and i dont know how and even he knows its not me when i wear jewelry or makeup or a dress.
Why did i do this to myself? How do i undo it?
"Do you like crabs?"
he texted me, hooking me in with one simple line. who, in their right mind would not? however, this strange question was followed by a more serious one. “what school are you going to?” i have gotten this question far too often. i also have no idea.
this innocent enough question, however, sent my mind reeling, as i have been pondering this question for about… three months and i...
March 2010
5 posts
Somehow...
I went from Devil Wears Prada to I’m on a Boat…
Why don’t tickets for boatrides for three fall out of MY cereal?
Sad.
I just realized that so much brilliant poetry has probably gone unnoticed. This makes me unspeakably sad.
kisses on my neck.
are my one weakness. But I’m not going to tell him that. ;)
I cut myself bangs today so they’d hide my face. My mom made me feel selfconcious because with these bangs, you can’t see my face.
I Love You
both. All three of us need help, and I just don’t know what to do.
Sometimes I sit there and everything seems so meaningless and I all of a sudden can’t do anything. Sometimes I can’t focus. Sometimes I can’t sit still. Sometimes I sit there and get dizzy. Sometimes I sit there and my hands shake. Sometimes I sit there and I feel like a rock got stuck in my lungs and when...
February 2010
14 posts
I wish I could go back to those moments. I never appreciated them then but I miss them so much now. Even the hard moments seem so beautiful
Gauging does not equate to Gorgeous.
Not at all.
Saturday I put my left one in. Sunday the right. This involved mild pain, mild redness, my brother said it looked good. Monday the right one bled. Today, Wednesday, the left one started oozing a puss and blood combo and hurts so immensely I’m scared to put it back in. These are size freakin 12 tapers, it’s not like I’m trying to put in a 00.
My Chemistry Essay.
Lab safety and cleanup are important, especially in Chemistry. This is an essay with that sentence as it’s thesis statement. In chemistry you work with stuff with certain safety precautions or you’ll risk your health and other stuff. If you don’t clean up right it’s basically the same thing. Read on please.
When you’re in chemistry sometimes you work in groups. That means when you throw acid...
Prom.
What’s the big deal about it?
I feel...
All mixed up. :/ Sorry I don’t really have anything more interesting to say.
My Future
My mother scoffs at the thought of my owning a goat or animal of any sort besides what I currently have. My father and step-mother laugh at me when I tell them of the creatures I want.
I don’t think they understand the passion I have, and how much I’m willing to work for it. I have this desire for pets, to surround myself and immerse myself in them. Like I don’t have a future...
Write one leaf about what makes a good kiss.
(via writeoneleaf)
Okay. Where to start?
A good kiss is one you want, one you’ve been waiting for. Whether it’s a first kiss, or a hello kiss. A kiss that is more than a kiss, one that has emotion. That says “I missed you too. I love you. When I say how much you mean to me, I mean it.” Those kisses. What makes a good kiss is when it’s from someone handsome, inside...
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Scars
Someone tell me why people want to get rid of theirs?
You earned them! Keep them! Love them! No scar zone, no surgery required. People need to stop wasting their money because they think they’re more aesthetically pleasing without them, I think.
I don’t care where they came from. Tripped and cut your arm open on the door? COOL! Gang wars? AWESOME! Shark attack? BEAST! Surgery? FUN!...
Quizzes
I hate when stupid quizzes hit too close to home.
See you later.
Truth Is Hard.
sekh92: but
sekh92: ill shut up
sekh92: its your decision
BorderlineEmily: Sometimes I wish someone would make it for me
sekh92: i know exactly what u mean
sekh92: cuz
sekh92: when i have to make a big decision
sekh92: it always seems i make the wrong one
BorderlineEmily: Or you make one
BorderlineEmily: And you feel insecure about it
BorderlineEmily: Or doubtful.
And yet I resent having my choices taken. And I resent others telling me what to do. Indecision.
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"Growing Up"
Is a bunch of bullshit. Okay there I said it so you don’t have to.
I don’t get why people think I’m weird because I like to color, play with play dough, dance when no one’s watching, sing at the top of my lungs, play in the mud, go for walks when it’s pouring just because, run in the snow, lay on the ground, swing, and all that “little kid stuff.” Like I...
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“And, wandering out of the graves and out of the cemetery, I went over a plan in...”
– Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice
:(
You know, they’re right. You don’t appreciate what you have until it’s suddenly not something secure anymore, or until it’s bordering on being gone.
I just want you back. I’m not confused anymore. I want you back. I want us back. Just the way we always were.
The problem is… you won’t see this. Ever. And I’m too stubborn to tell you in person. USE...