February 2011
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath (via bomboncito)
January 2011
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Sooo
I went running last night, then to the gym for an hour today.
WTF WHO AM I? It feels so foreign away from this couch.
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I miss my mom, and I want a cigarette. And some fucking coffee. Then I want someone to hug me and hold so I can sob and get it over with. Then some food, maybe a movie, and some weed.
That is how you make me feel better.
I feel like I’m about to choke. I hate my stupid fucking choices, I hate Cody. Fuck.
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I have no words for what is happening.
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Similar to the way I dance
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Watching ice skating stoned
Don’t do it guys, …don’t do it.
Just, no.
Wtf what am I doing with my life man? These little buttfucks are like 14, I seriously don’t do shit.
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Smoked a pack today, went running
brb dying
“Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses...”
– Helen Keller. (via hex-)
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I want a male friend who won't ever try to get...
ever.
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I feel so shallow lately, Like I lost what makes me function correctly.
I don’t know.
I wish I gave off a friendlier vibe.
godforgivemee:
I feel like I look at people like this:
But I really end up looking like this:
