“Semi Constructive Criticism” Circa...
elvisaintdead: My potatoes bring all the Irish to the yard, and they’re like: that famine was hard.
I hate feeling like I cannot do anything right.
Delete a year of your life, or start over in a new town? This is probably the hardest question anyone has ever asked me. Start over in a new town. There have been some HORRIBLE years, but within those years, good things have happened, and good people have come into my life. If I start over in a new town, I can still keep connections to the people I love, yet meet new ones. And...
Somedays I wish that I could look like anyone but...
fuckyeahsweetmusic: Moth’s Wings / Passion Pit
I want the wind and the rain to sweep me up and...
Every so often I would like to have my own funeral...
You never wanted me, you only wanted my body.
Why am I suprised?
I am really driven, but my drive doesn’t effect the conversations I have...– Zach Braff.
I still see you inside of this God-awful house You move awfully quiet now And I still feel you everywhere You told me this has always been worth living, But what’s really worth living anymore?
What the fuck?
I just had the weirdest moment ever.. If you’ve ever smoked weed, and gotten very high, you’d know that you suffer a disassociative state sometimes. Like for me I zone out and music has a whole other level to it, I can feel it down to my bones. Reality and dreams merge and are one thing. My body freezes a little bit, but this is all good, not a paranoid bad thing. Well that just...
I always joke around saying that I have an oral fixation, but I’m almost positive that I really do. This is why. 1. I was not breast fed. 2. I am a smoker. 3. I sucked my thumb until I was 10. 4. I chew up pens, pencils, straws, etc. 5. I chew around a pack of gum a day. 6. My biggest turn on is biting. 7. I bite my nails. 8. I have a sarcastic personality and I’m overly...
I am sinking like a stone in the sea, I’m...
I wish that the rain could cleanse my sins like it...
Music is my religion.– Jimi Hendrix.
txtsfrmlstnght: (303): you were so high that you made a 14 page PowerPoint on why Santa would beat Peter pan in a fight. (303): and I must say, you were very persuasive.
If you really, REALLY, have to cook dead animal on the George Foreman, can you please clean the dead animal fat out of the little tray beneath it? Yes, I understand, you don’t want to deal with it. But it gags me and I throw up in my mouth a little bit. UMWUT. No one wants dead creature fat and grease sitting in a tray near the coffeepot. what the mother fuck.