January 2012
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Oh, why can’t you be mine.
We can stay in and mindlessly watch David Letterman and cuddle on the couch. We can eat pizza and McDonald’s whenever you want. We can rent old movies and laugh at how Rose let go of Jack’s hand even though there was plenty of room on the board. We can go paintballing or laser tagging; just don’t cry when I beat you. We can go out for coffee and...
Why is it that we push ourselves away, before they get the chance to do it? It’s a very strange human tendency, don’t you think?
We’ve been hurt so many times, we know what it’s like for people to leave. So then, as horrible as it seems, we leave first. But really, who does it help? They’re left with the feeling that they’re not good enough or the idea that...
Jenna Marbles isn’t even that funny.
Hot guys are hot.
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Touch the sky.
There is no black and white, just shades of grey. We must remind ourselves that there is no definite answer to every situation. There is no right answer, just answers that fit that those conditions.
Need more:
high heels
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Is it silly of me to wonder if your offer still stands? Or is it even sillier that I remember in the first place?
Because here I am bawling my eyes out and I’m just wondering if I can still call you despite everything. Everything that’s been done and said. Because wasn’t it you that said I could always call you if I had a nightmare? Even after we broke up? Sometimes I have no...
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You inspire me, higher. You give me (con)solace. Sometimes even a s(hold)er. I admit it. Sometimes I need you, or at least I believe I do. You don’t lie to my face. You’re rational, poise, no excuses are ever made. You’re an umbrella for my rainy days, a blanket for the cold ones, a person who brings sunshine in my life. You embrace me, or better yet, are a brace for me. I can...
Awkward moment when the piece of clothing you want that goes for $45 retail, can be found in your mother’s closet hidden in a bag labeled: Give to Goodwill.
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“Do or do not. There is no try.”
Happy.
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You screamed to be supreme, yell to raise hell. But what am I to do, my time is almost due. What can I say, before getting canned today? Bye, bye baby isn’t an (out)tion. I don’t want to go through hari kari, because I can’t fucking say sorry. I was drafted into this battle, blasted. Questioned me this, “Why? Why shouldn’t I leave?” You k(no)w what? Go ahead,...
Tulips between two lips, I watched the sun play on your hair. You swayed side-to-side throwing me a wink, you held my heart in a cage. Faces you turned, facades in turn, you just couldn’t be fazed. You owned those four walls and that dance floor that left my heart wailing. Wet sweat, yet it seemed so sweet to be swept off my feet. A night with a knight in his armor for his honor.
Lol, doing your partner project by yourself because you know you would hate how the other person edits their powerpoints and information.
“Hey let’s use comic sans.”
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I am so thankful I took AP Lang/Comp.
My writing skills have improved indefinitely and I’ve definitely been trying to think outside of the box and give more in depth analysis on passages, poems, etc. It’s also helped me understand so much on writing and why authors write certain things.
If you have self proclaimed “swag”, you probably don’t have any.
I don’t understand why people have to give themselves titles in general. Like, I’m a gentlemen. I’m a lady. I’m so and so. Just be modest. You don’t have to say anything if it’s apparent that you are that thing.
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I can make you a celebrity overnight.
I love people who will challenge my views.
Not in a condescending way, but a way where they simply offer their thoughts back to me. They show me their thought process, different points, different ideas. It makes me think further and question things that I might have not questioned before.
I’m thankful for those people who are willing to discuss.
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Couple shirts are so fucking cute, but I swear to Buddha I will never, ever participate in wearing those shirts again. Like really, what are the chances of a relationship in high school working out? Lol.
I feel bad for the people who use Facebook as a means of finding out things about current events.
Seriously, go to fucking MSN, Yahoo, the NY Times, whatever. Read articles. Read about what’s happening in this world that you live in. You know, better yet, open up your newspaper. You get a free one every Sunday. The news isn’t always boring. There is so much more to life, this world,...
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Never think that your struggles and hardships make you different. Rich and poor, young and old, everybody has problems whether they are seen or invisible. You simply do not know what a person could be going through. Everyone has their demons. Everyone has their weaknesses. People are abused mentally and physically. You just don’t know.
Before you go on a tangent about how lonely or...
Every time I hear some little white girl making an Asian nail salon joke, I seriously think it’s the funniest thing ever. I’m not the one paying $30 for a fucking manicure.
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You are a product of what you earn.
That’s the secret to riches, ladies and gentlemen. You work your fucking ass off. You take more hours. You take more classes. You learn what you want to do. You apply it to your life. You take more chances. You stop sitting on your ass wishing for talent. You stop wishing and hoping and sighing and crying. You get the fuck up and you go for it.
And hey,...
To the people who have left, to the people who I’ve walked away from, to people that just disappeared… I wonder what I am to you. Am I still a person in your eyes? Or am I just a veil of memories? Do you ever think about sending a call my way? Do you even care? Do you even remember?
It’s a bittersweet thing: the wonderful relationships we have with others.
Because sooner or...
Sometimes the only solace a person can find is behind a locked bathroom door. That little toilet and rusting sink and cramped shower — a sanctuary. Because somehow those four walls equipped with that locked door, keeps all the evil and horrors and the screaming of your parents and the looks of disappointment and the physical hurting and pounding of your heart… out.
It’s...
You know something’s wrong with you when you spend more time making a homework playlist, than what you spend on your actual homework.
It’s sad that people don’t realize that these beating happen all over the world. It’s sadder that this video, just now, opened their eyes when things like this have been happening for ages. We don’t live in a fairytale, people.
Disney Channel just lost all my respect after this anime “parody”. LOL. Wizards of Waverly place was decent and now that that’s gone, Disney Channel is shit.
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Ugh, just because you take ONE course of some language does not mean that you can SPEAK it.
I’m positive you can’t speak German, Japanese, French, + 87 other languages.
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Things I’ll never understand:
How to save money
Invite friends over at 3.
It’s 6.
What is power without purpose?
It disappoints me that you hold the power to change the minds of many. Do you realize how many people look up to you? How many people listen? You have the power to change, albeit small. But isn’t that what happens? A group of small people that has connections, who have more connections, who have even more connections! And all of a sudden, it’s...
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The second child must cope with the oldest child taking away attention by outperforming him or her. The child feels inadequate, tries to overcome the feeling by choosing perfectionism in some area of life. Also, the second born feels that no one cares about how he or she feels because the oldest child clearly does not. Consequently, to avoid pain the second born tries to suppress his or her own...
Apparently second born children are usually more rebellious while the first born usually conforms to society. Also, middle children often feel neglected and invisible.
I am both.
Sigh.
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Weird to think that someone has imagined you naked at least once haha.
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I wish I could talk to you. About us. About what happened. I only desire your forgiveness in the grief and hurt I may of caused. It is silly to think that I was the only one suffering from our detachment.
It hurts to see you. To see you quickly look away like we don’t know each other. Perhaps it doesn’t hurt more so than it is a sad fact. I wish that we could have kept that promise...
Honestly, I wish things ended better between the two of us. I wish a lot of things were different. But I suppose, I have to accept the fact that what happened, happened. There’s no turning back time.
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Sad moment when your mom sees your profile picture and asks you, “Who’s that?”