May 2013
47 posts
[[MORE]]What am I doing to my image
[[MORE]]Whatever you hear about me, ask me first
If not, I accept the fact you make your perception of me, based on your own judgement
But why not clarify it so you don’t have the wrong idea of who I am
Because I think you might like me better than who you believe I might be
“Societies think they operate by something called morality, but they don’t. They...”
– Professor Rohl (via i-xvii)
“Do something today that your future self will thank you for.”
– Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
To write a love letter to your mom, filled with apologies and compliments, on this specific day is useless
Apologize to her everyday
Love her everyday
I mean to say this to myself as well, for those who are offended
And I mean that, not even to justify it to the offended
ohriginality:
I wish I wasn’t so tired all the time.
I’d be a completely different person
I don’t know why I often tell myself “I’m gonna wear make up starting today”
I don’t like make up
But I guess it’s cause a boost of confidence comes with it, though I hate to admit
[[MORE]]I do so many fucking stupid things
I need a good slap in the face
A good cursing out
When the fuck am I gonna open my eyes
I haven’t talked about politics with my dad in a while,
What a wise man
He needs a seat in government
Always wonderin
Have a list of people who I need to write letters to before I leave for college,
Excited to write them, hate to say goodbye though. But they’ll have a piece of my heart before I leave :-)
justinibiebers:
stuff you ask your mom:
mom where’s my towel
mom what do we eat for dinner
mom what time is it
mom where’s my phone
mom when do you come back
mom what day is it
stuff you ask your dad
dad where is mom
[[MORE]]Once again beating myself up for the mistakes I’ve made this year,
I feel like I’m changing for you
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On a cool summer night, when the night is especially dark
And the stars are extremely bright, and we can smell the heavy scent of the crisp and clean summer air
And we can hear slight rustles in the trees and feel slight breezes against our skin and hair
And we’re laying on a blanket in the grass, staring up at the sky wondering what’s out there and how small we must be
...
Lost in my fantasies because reality isn’t cutting it
Why do I even say shit out loud lol
When people describe me to me, usually I like what I hear
That’s why I don’t want to hear it. Because if I do, I’ll like what I hear and try hard to maintain their conception of me
And that’s not the true me
April 2013
85 posts
