December 2009
i don’t know if i’m crying because i want it all back or because i don’t really feel much or because i’m jealous or because i’m still in love or because maybe i’m not anymore or because i still miss you and would do anything to be in your stupid lap again letting a computer screen suck the lives out of both of us or because i’m scared to enter a movie...
i want to get myself attached to something bolted down.
red blooded, white skinned, oh and the blues. oh and the blues, i got the blues. that’s me! that’s me!
it came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
Food crisis.
frankiej:
I’m starving.
And I want Thai food. Do any of my friends eat/appreciate/know what Thai food is? No. Where is my amazing boyfriend who eats/appreciates/knows what Thai food is? Last minute Christmas shopping with his mom. I’ve said it before & I still mean it — I need cultured friends.
And don’t even get me started on my friends’ prejudices against hummus, sushi & all...
honestly. i have never been so excited to give out gifts. it’s weird because, it didn’t feel like christmas at all this year. even with a christmas tree in my apartment.
every girl has that one boy in her life, who could...
abbydenoble:
thisdeliciousambiguity:
stateofflux:cicconeyouthh:twodollarlove:noise-and-tangerines
yep.
mmhm mmhm. i know i do.
it's sad that trusting easily is a downfall.
abbydenoble:
i keep thinking about this for some reason.
on friday night at the office christmas party, i sat next to the wife of one of my co-workers. we were all having a good time and the mood was light, and she mentioned that she read palms and asked me if i wanted mine read, so i said what the hell. it sounded cool. so i stuck my hand out right in front of her with my palm wide open and my...
i am going to open up my window and make coffee and make myself breakfast and i’m going to make myself like monday morning.
you can’t miss what you forget.
goddamnit. ryan WOULD be at bush intercontinental when hobby airport is just down the street. now what am i going to do until 8 am?
“and i hate the fact that he feels more than me, and i hate the fact that...”
i have work at 9, i’ve been up since 3. why do i do this to myself?
my cousin ryan is currently in houston for a layover. i wish i could go see him. maybe i will.
i’ve been listening to lazybones on repeat.
i can’t believe this year is gone.
“he’s being emo, he doesn’t mean that.”
hahahahahaha. i haven’t heard that sentence in years. YEARS. i completely forgot about the word emo.
and the way that you hate me, and the length of your hair.
our fights go like this.
jordy: “well then stfu and stop saying you don’t care if we hang out or not if you do care.”
me: “okay. so you want me to be super excited?”
jordy: “i don’t want you to be sarcastic, but if you care about something then you should act like you care and not say ‘i don’t care’”
me: “omg you’re such a girlfriend to...
jordychristine:
batwithbutterflywings:
...
fuck you, t-mobile. i can’t believe you chose today of all days to suspend my account.
whatever.
good timing, though.
at least I FINALLY HAVE THE INTERNET.
