January 2011
When playing hide and seek you always peek like...
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That awkward moment when your parents tell you to...
"Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's...
Ohhh Daddy..
Christopher and I see each other about once a weekend. We skype every night and are texting everyday throughout the day. We have been doing this for 8 months and we are closer than ever. We have every intention on marrying eachother.
So then why does my dad say we arn’t serious? Is he jealous of Christopher and I’s relationship? Is he mad that we are so serious?
It kind of hurts me...
Rainy day.. please stay?
Eraser burn wars:
When you take the end of an eraser and rub it against your skin for a long time, quickly while a friend does the same to themselves. Whoever can last the longest rubbing the eraser against their skins wins!
Ugh. Fuck. That.
I have a KILLER burn, it looks NASTY and it hurts WORSE.
Guess who won’t be complaining about Mid-terms anymore… :)
ME. Mhhhm. I finished...
“The worst things imaginable have been done with the best intention. For the road...”
Dear Tumblr,
I really do love the way you always listen.
This is how I know you’re a good friend:
Every time I want to talk, that little button that says “Text” is always there for me.
I mean ya, sometimes you’re a little stubborn and you say there was an error, but by the end of the day, you’re still here listening to my problems.
You never fight with me like Facebook does....
So here's the thing.
So here’s the thing.
You took my puppy Duchess.
You took my Uncle Brian.
You took my Grandpa Goodwin.
You took my Great Uncle Jimmy.
You’re taking my pouch Laila.
You took both my Great Aunt and Uncle Dudley.
Now the closet relative i have ever had is in the hospital;
God, if you take this man, you will never be forgiven.
I don't need your pity
My life is full of abuse. My family is full of abuse. Two things that are supposed to be full of love, are full of fear and hatred.
Drug abuse, alcohol abuse, physical abuse, and emotional abuse.
I don’t look for pity. I look for somewhere, someone, or something that will just listen to me. Listen to the reasons why I cry.
I’m not going to write everything that has ever happened,...
