Saturday, February 26, 2011

UNF
Drop Dead. Brilliant.
I turn my back and walk away, away from the pain
Screaming loud, drowning out by the sound of the rain
Listen up, I’ve had enough of all this waiting
I need you more right now than I ever did

-Hawthorne Heights
I just fell in love for the first time 
Watch as I pick myself up off the ground 
In the dark I’m so far from the spotlight 
Can you see me now?
 
-Hawthorne Heights
i enjoy being pale as fuck. mysterious.
I think we’re all self conscious of some shit about ourselves. Even the most confident has something they don’t like about themselves or wish they could change some aspect of themselves. I disliked one particular part of my body but as I watched more films and actresses, I started to care less. Started early when I saw Selma Blair in Cruel Intentions then Kate Hudson on How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days and then Kate Moennig on The L Word. Those three probably make no sense at all and are so diverse but yeah. That’s how far things stretch to make me more comfortable. Boom. xx

A Couple Of Truths


  1. I’ve experienced instant gratification and it almost devoured me.
  2. I now understand how things ‘just happen’.
  3. It’s interesting how one instance can manipulate your entire future
  4. I’ve recently let walls crumble around
  5. I’ve recently ruined myself, in ways
  6. Life always seems to throw life at me all at once - spread it around life, I can’t keep up.
  7. I keep in caves

Thursday, February 24, 2011

UNF
UNF
Let’s discuss and gif the event of me getting my long awaited Verizon iPhone:
The doorbell rang and I was beyond excited (due to missing the delivery the day prior)

Eagerly signed for the package

Then (scampered away like a hobbit with no Naomi in my near future)

I was/am excite

 
But this was like 2pm and I had to be at work at 3pm

But whatever, I’m on a high.

P.S. It’s been a heavenly two weeks.
Wednesdays:
I am tired as frak by Wednesdays and all I wanna do on this night, from my long week, is sleep. Finally.


I’m tired of being alone. But the funny part is even if I find someone, I’ll still be alone. It’s not going to solve me or miraculously change me. I need to make myself want it. Want anything, everything. To actually try and make time and an effort. But right now, what I (kind of) want is far fetched wishful thinking. I need help.
I’ll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliche poem
Of the person that I long to be

-Senses Fail
No matter gay, straight or bi
lesbian, transgendered life
I’m on the right track, baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
chola or orient made
I’m on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave

-Lady GaGa

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I had an Oreo McFlurry on Monday. It was quite heavenly.
You know that feeling of your heart dropping into your stomach and feeling a huge gapping hole? The feeling of your throat thrusting into your stomach cause you yearn to speak but hold back. It’s been that kind of moment, day, week.. life.
Tell them what your hands were made for
Tell them who your mouth was made for

- Tegan And Sara

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I’m getting “gay” tattooed on my fucking forehead cause I’m tired of this bullshit.
And I’ll say, “i don’t really remember
but my fingers are sore
and my voice is too.

-Ani Difranco

Monday, February 21, 2011

don’t even know, bro.
My job is not giving an actual fuck
What I did today: Oh, you know, just regular 22 year-old activities; climb trees, chill on roof tops and collect oranges. Fuck yeah.
This crush is becoming unhealthy. Because nothing will come of it. It ain’t going anywhere and won’t. But I still roll with the punches…
I do not hide
There are no lies
Sure, if you ask
I’ll fluster and probably die
I am who I am inside
Until my final breath coincides
with my eyelids
And they bow
Their final goodbye
I never disliked her, I just started to really, really, really, really, really like her A LOT.
Yesterday I went on an adventure on my roof and picked oranges. Boom! This is only a tiny batch that I collected down.

"ello there, mate."
I WANT MR. HOULT ON ME…
…THEN I WANT THAT SHIRT.