January 2011
December 2010
alright.
this is strange for me, to be so reluctant to give this up.
but a) i have less access to it and time for it
b) it began to become more of just “oh i like this shit, let’s queue it” instead of meaning behind every post
c) people found my account, and, honestly, even though i know this is online, i feel strange about that, having to think about...
i'm at a crossroads.
currently only have access to tumblr via my phone, and it’s too much of a pain to bother. so yea well i’ll be back eventually. don’t really have time for the internet anyways :)
November 2010
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the...
– Tennessee Williams (via funeral)
THESE ARE HARD TIMES FOR DREAMERS: words that... →
suzywire:
aphasia is the loss of ability to speak, or understand speech, my words slip and change as i go to say them. you know how a page of black squares on white, it looks like there’s gray in the intersecting corners? or if you stare at traffic and light flashes off chrome and it’s all blue spots when…
i found this in my documents; the first is from...
1. I like to pretend that I can sing and dance, and I strip in the bathroom. Sorta. still true
2. The day I turn 18, I’m getting both of my wrists tattooed: on the right, a wolf that says “speak.” On my left, a deer with twisted antlers that says “listen.” These have really symbolic meaning to me, and I can’t wait until I can wear them. I’m also piercing...
not giving a fuck
SUCCESS.
Anonymous asked: http://strawberryredhead.tumblr.com
the clock strikes, 3AM wait no, that’s impossible i swear it was only 10 ten minutes ago and how is it that i’m still here and functional? it’s time times like these where time is forgettable my handwriting’s illegible, my thoughts hardly credible this energy, this feeling, well it’s undeniable leads me to believe it’s times like these where time is...
I WANT TO BE THE GIRL WHO HE THINKS IS THE CUTEST....
(via trustmeimaliar)
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