March 2011
Hate Is A Strong Word.
But I really, really, really don’t like you.
Question. And This Has Always Bothered Me.
Why do straight up bitches always get the guys? What, because it shows confidence? Let me fucking tell you all. I’m proud to be one of the nice funny girls, and I’m damn well confident in myself. No, this isn’t a paragraph in spite over some guy, I don’t like anyone. But I see all these statuses about girls being proud to be bitches, and it disgusts me.
Nice guys...
What Can I Say.
I like me a sailor.
Always Tell A Girl She's Pretty If You Think So.
Some of us just don’t hear it enough.
I try to say goodbye, and I choke.
I try to walk away, and I stumble.
Some People
Are just so disgusting. How can you hit someone? How could you ever hit a girl? Humanity makes me want to throw up everywhere sometimes.
Sometimes I Wonder
What being happy even means. What being sad even means. How is there a difference? How can one person be so full of life without a care, and another be in nothing but constant pain, and both be living in the same world, at the same time? How do you wake up in the morning not expecting what is going to happen, and then crawl into that same bed at the end of the day going over what DID happen, what...
“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to...”
– Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban
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Getting a little personal..
Decided to make this a personal tumblr instead of just graphic design stuff. Word.
