I want a pair of those Eva hair clips that so many girls on here seem to have.
mitula: What’s in someone’s pants is none of your concern (◡‿◡✿) Who’s been in someone’s pants is none of your concern (◕‿◕✿) How someone identifies themselves is none of your concern (ʘ‿ʘ✿) If someone is genderfluid it’s none of your concern ( ʘ ▽ ʘ )ﾉ If someone changes their gender back it’s none of your concern (●ʘ∀ʘ●) Leave people the fuck alone and mind your own...
That Lush lip sugar stuff is cool but you know what’s cheaper and works just as well? Mixing sugar with some honey. Not only is it good for exfoliating your lips but it works for your whole face. Plus you can eat it. If you’re into that.
It’s great to be interested in things instead of moping around and feeling sorry for myself.
I wish I hadn’t let someone from my class borrow my clamps. I want to make another sketchbook D:
If I had friends I’d make them sketchbooks as gifts.
Listening to Idle Labors and reading though a story that I had started in 2009. I’m feeling a bit inspired.
I’d submit my writing to those type of blogs but I don’t think anything I’ve written is good enough. :x
I can’t stop staring at him. The guy looks like Jim Morrison. He runs his fingers through his messy hair and takes a drag from his cigarette. His eyes are staring off somewhere. Not really noticing anything. I take out my compact and make sure I’m decent looking. I walk up to him, a pack of cigarettes in hand, and ask him for a light. He doesn’t move. Still preoccupied with whatever it is...
My mom brought me some McDonalds breakfast and I hope I don’t get sick from eating it.
Today was really fun. I went to the Fowler at UCLA with my boyfriend and we walked around/got lost on the campus since it’s pretty big. I took some pictures with him on the bus home and I haven’t done the take-a-picture-with-a-boyfriend thing since I was 16.
thepensivebrony: “you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you” finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
I like that dizzy feeling I get sometimes where my vision gets a little blurred and starts blackening from the sides and it seems like it’ll completely engulf me. It sends a strange sensation through my body.
Morning cuddles with him sounds really nice right now.
imcoveredinskin: I’ma shake you off though, and...
I see a therapist once a week. Like most of today’s youth I am majorly troubled. I talk to him a bit about my nonsensical school and some of the things that go on. He talks to me about his divorce. I know more about him than he knows about me. I know how much he hates his mother for leaving him when he was a kid ‘cause now he’s married a woman who is just like her and...
She checked her watch every fifteen seconds, always hoping that the time had changed, Of course if has. By fifteen seconds every time. Not exactly the pace that she had hoped for. Her gaze went from the watch to the door then back to her watch. Fifteen seconds. She was waiting. She didn’t know for who or for what. She just waited. Time passed. It was a little past midnight. She had dozed...