April 2011
*sigh
why is it that my heart is always able to make room for new people, and yet, it can’t seem to shrink up and close over the spaces that are now blank - those places where people used to be, but now aren’t? if i keep up like this, i’ll have a crapload of empty, missing places by the time my life is over, and even though there will be great people who will stick with me through most...
March 2011
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“we pick out a dying hole, and.. we die”
– madagascar 2
jayladuh asked: Thank you very much for the comments about my tattoos and everything. :)
Are you Planning on ever getting any? I don't remember whether or not you mentioned it before.
Are you Planning on ever getting any? I don't remember whether or not you mentioned it before.
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if you have so many exclamation points that you...
then it probably means you have too many of them. even five exclamation points is pushing it, and you -can- count those. so yeah, if you can’t even count the exclamation points, it probably means you need to remove most of them.
Drunk on fun.: Disney sugarcoats everything. →
plebeianamanda:
If you feel down in the dumps and need some serious cheering up. I recommend Disney films.
They’re so happy and feel-good, it’s like living in the land of cotton candy and unicorns ALL THE DAMN TIME.
Take the little mermaid for example:
So she’s a little princess right? The youngest of…
hahaha.. this.. is.. epic!
“At first I thought there was a superfine
Persuasion in his face; but the free...”
– E.A. Robinson
“Bewick Finzer
Time was when his half million drew
The breath of six per...”
– E.A. Robinson
“Cliff Klingenhagen had me in to dine
With him one day; and after soup and meat,...”
– Edwin Arlington Robinson.
for some reason, i really enjoy this poem, a lot.
how to have a conversation with someone you don't...
Jeremy: hey
Sarah: hi
Jeremy: how's your day going
Jeremy: ?
Sarah: it's going..
Sarah: in minutes..
Jeremy: ?
Sarah: my day is going.. in minutes.
Jeremy: as in it is going slowly, or that the day will actually be put into motion in a few minutes?
Sarah: as in.. my day is going.. in minutes.
Jeremy: oh
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"each day I can feel it swallow, inside something...
so what’s a heart to do with the people that are irretrievably lost in the sands of time? the ones that no longer care for you, but you still care for them; who wouldn’t lift a finger to make a friendship work, but for whom you would circle the globe for even a chance at reconciliation..
tonight i went into a mcdonald's
and instead of smelling like a big fat greasy fast food joint..
it smelled like cleaning solution.
that’s right, everyone. mcdonalds smelled like somewhere that actually keeps their place clean and well organized.
my faith in their organization has just raised up a small tiny amount.
i am amazed at the wide variety of stupid things...
today i went to a restaurant with my family for lunch. we went to a place with a buffet; and all of us had ordered things from the buffet. for some reason, there was an awful lot of other people that we know at the restaurant as well, so we kept on getting interrupted by people we’re acquainted with coming over and saying hi and remarking at how much my brothers and i had grown [most of...
i feel glorious
^ sarcasm.
i’m still sick. my head hurts, and i’m tired even though i slept for several hours last night.
and i’m restarting a knitting project this morning that i had made quite a bit of progress on. i hate having to re-start my projects, because the only person to blame that they’re not working how they should.. is me.
dear knitting:
i love you, but sometimes you make me feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
although it’s not your fault that i failed to measure myself properly & take a gauge swatch.
i don’t even want to think about having to start this project over again, but if i want it to be nice, i’ll have to.
aeralfdawertarthsdsfalwrtgaedfpoasejt;laerk,gdl,s,slaeraefd!!!!
*ahem
Does anyone even read text posts?
dahlek:
I feel like I’m talking to a wall when I ask my followers things or tell them something & get no response. Reblog if you actually read this.
Followers, do you read my long-winded rants text posts?
It’s OK if you don’t.
I’ll put a gif here to coax you into reading this:
“yesterday is gone. tomorrow has not yet come. we have only today. let us begin.”
i have the most ridiculous job in the whole world.
well, it’s not ridiculous, in the sense that i really like getting paid.
there is an incentive-inducing program at my work. it goes by the title of ‘Above and Beyond the Call of Duty’, or ABCD. it means what the title suggests; if you do something that is more than what is expected of you, and one of the managers sees this something happening, they might decide to give you an...
'thank you, captain obvious'
achy hearts are not fun. nope, not at all.
you're not my hero,
so please stop acting like you’re my knight in shining armor! gosh.
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and the conclusion..
i currently feel like a freaking annoying bitch that nobody would ever, ever want to know.. even if they were being paid exuberant amounts of money to get to know me, they still wouldn’t do it, because they’d rather be poor and happy than rich and burdened down with me for the rest of their life.
and nothing has even happened that would make me feel this way. i just sent one tiny...
i'm not sure
if i want to start crying, or just start ripping off the heads of the undeserving..
the conditions must be right..
spring is here. or, according to the calendar it is. where i am, you wouldn’t know it was spring if you looked at all the rain coming out of the sky; although i guess april showers bring may flowers and at least it’s not snow. anyway, it’s a bit chiller and a lot rainier today than it was this past friday. this past friday it was 75 degrees outside, the sun was warm, the air was...
well,
i’ve waited a week now. and still no reply, hmhmhm. you know what, one week is an awfully long time to feel as if you are vulnerable & exposed to another. and you would think the vulnerability and exposure would be recognized and dealt with quickly, but i guess not? bah. why must i worry so much..
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
another uneventful day.
and i’m starting to doubt again. lovely. i sometimes wonder if i’m just making this worse for myself, if there really is nothing to worry about, i’m just making this stale for no reason, and wasting something that isn’t to be wasted. so i should just quit worrying now, heh. but it’s really not that simple.. and if there wasn’t anything to worry about, then...
so tired.
maybe there will be a letter in the morning.
but there most likely won’t be.
oi.. i’m so tired. i don’t even want to think about anything. i just want to hope, and to wake up to see that those hopes weren’t silly and all for nothing. meh.. i’m going to bed.. for 8 hours of blissful unconscious sleep.. if only i was cognizant to be able to fully appreciate the...
i'll just close my eyes and count to 10..
and maybe by the time i get to 10, this day will be.. heh.. OVER.
x__x
stupid dream..
hm, so i thought today would be ‘better’. apparently not. had a miserable dream, and today is rainy. and i went to go see a friend of mine at his work, at a sad attempt of merely hoping that his face would bring about some reassurance to my day.. it did not. which isn’t to say it wasn’t nice to see him for all of those five minutes, but i still feel uneasy.. meh.. stupid...
oh my..
my poor, poor mind.. it just won’t SHUT UP NOW WILL YOU?! ever! just! shut up!
*sighs*
notice: thank you for noticing the notice, because this notice merely notifies you that stalking someone won’t make them write back at you any faster, and wishing you weren’t lonely doesn’t make you any less alone.
and i wish i didn’t make so many stupid mistakes. ah well. i...
wrong.
two messages in my inbox when i get back from work? one of them has to be the letter i was expecting, right? i mean, people don’t write me that much, so one of them is bound to be the only letter i really care about receiving at this point, right?
wrong.
fml.
oh, good morning.
almost afternoon, i think.
i really don’t feel any happier than i did yesterday.. i’m tired of being alone. i wish i had a companion, someone who would actually want to be with me, in person, and go through life with me, together, forever..
but there is no one.
.. my melancholy state, folly, fear and hate; i...
.. she teetered, she tripped, and then she fell..
*sigh /:
the trouble with opinions..
person A: … and thats your OPINION, let us have ours and lets call it a night
person B: here’s the trouble with opinions, and personal interpretations of what is right & wrong: what if i interpreted it as ‘right’ to come and steal stuff from your house? would you be able to just sit back and accept that as okay because, to me, it is true? or would you be upset because...
“The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal; the role of the page...”
– the phantom
abstract thought of the day
maybe if i throw oranges furiously at the sky, time will begin telling me the secrets that it has been keeping from me for all this time..
for anyone who actually reads these posts,
this evening wasn’t nearly as epic as i wanted it to be. oh well. i’ll go to sleep soon and wake up in the morning and hopefully, tomorrow will be a better today than today was.
