February 2012
7 posts
1 tag
I wish I was pretty. Idk maybe I’d actually be taken seriously or even put into consideration. Maybe my self-esteem wouldn’t be so down in the dumpster.
I wish I was interesting. Idk maybe I wouldn’t be such a bore. I just wish I was cool and had some sort of cool aspect to me to keep the people around me staying for the long run.
Right now, everyone’s just a temp....
Everyone tires the living shit out of me. I’m ready for that apocalypse.
I give up. I’m exhausted and I’m to blame. Of course!
Bad Romance →
yesmeansyes:
The most important relationship advice you will ever receive, mostly because it’s about how to make sure you’re taking care of yourself in relationships, instead of taking care of everyone else.
Please, I beg you, read this. It’s important.
It’s so hard to do everything you need to when you feel so incapable of doing anything.
January 2012
13 posts
2 tags
Yeah, it’s plain to see that baby you’re beautiful and there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s me, I’m a freak but thanks for lovin’ me cause you’re doing it perfectly. There might have been a time when I would let you slip away. I wouldn’t even try but I think you could save my life.
Just don’t give up, I’m workin’ it out. Please...
50 Reasons Not to Date a Photographer
tonyspam:
They rather hold their bulky camera, than hold hands with you.
On a romantic date, you’ll watch the sun go down and think “Wow this is gorgeous” and they’ll go “mirror lock, tripod, and stop down f/8 at 1/125.”
You’ll never be able to enjoy tv, movies, or magazines because they’ll point out all the visual flaws.
They like to sit in obscure coffee shop and voyeuristically watch...
I gotta start remembering how it was like living life alone. No implications for I love my company now more than I can ever explain but, heaven forbid, when the day comes, I don’t want to crumble into pieces again like I always do. I’m much too dependent that I feel so useless and small. I can’t afford to learn how to do everything again the minute I need to. That’s too...
It isn’t even just late night thoughts where your mind roams into forbidden places. It’s always whenever you’re thinking, period. My mind is my own worst enemy.
It has always been “I’ll never be..” and it will stay that way.
Surprises are great and they can sometimes be showcases of how much you’re willing to put out for someone you care about. It’s those unexpected ones that really flutter the heart because what girl and what guy wouldn’t want to be let known every now and then how much they’re appreciated. Special occasions, after fights, or just randomly; I’m just a hopeless romantic...
So many “smh” moments, so little time. I don’t know whether that’s impressive or disappointing.
Do they ever consider your feelings?
You know, that’s a great question to ask yourself. Always.
But it’s sad how I always find myself completely stumped.
she-whispers:
beauty is seeing her in any outfit possible, to see her during her worst, her birds nest hair, and still not be able to take my eyes off her. she is beauty, beauty is she.
Never underestimate a woman’s ability to find out. We know everything.
Sometimes you need to put pride aside and really think about how important what you want is.
Eventually, you learn to let it go and accept that even if you satisfy their wants, what YOU want, you can’t always have. I’ve completed my great share and I’m not saying I’ll stop but I will say its your turn.
I’m the jealous type and I’m very insecure. I’m sensitive and I take everything the wrong way because I can’t ever possibly believe that anything positive can be said about me. I have a terrible habit of thinking all of the wrong things that I shouldn’t be thinking and the only person ruining my life is myself. I hate the world because really, I just can’t ever...
No matter what you do in life someone will always...
December 2011
8 posts
Fuck the world. People are just full of disappointments.
When I have kids, I know for a fact that nothing, no where and no one would ever be put before them. My own health and life would then only be important if needed to be sacrificed for their own well being. A huge fucking tsk tsk to the parents who didnt give a shit then and still down give a shit now. Youre just a bunch of liars. I’ll be damned if I ever become like you. I’ll be so...
just a thought i wanted to share.
enfantcheri:
bernadetteeee:
i think the best way to keep a relationship strong is by treating each other like you’re still only dating. i remember reading this quote a long time ago and it’s one that i’ve never forgotten. “you have to remember how you got me, because that’s how you’ll keep me.” always surprise each other :)
Surprises, yes.
If, heaven forbid, you find that one day they can no longer be tolerable, do you both a favor and tell them. Nothing sucks more than knowing too late that everything they lived through was fake to you but real for them.
It’s kind of scary how everyday I wake up and I still feel like how I did since day 1. Just hoping we can actually say that in unison one of these days.
Testing my limits and seeing how much it takes for me to explode. A girl can only take so much.
I would rather have my feelings hurt and be in the know than continue to pursue in false companionship.
On the contrary, if you feel strongly, let that be known too. Sometimes, we just need some reassurance or if worse, we tend to forget.
November 2011
11 posts
Dreamt of worms last night.
“To see a worm in your dream, represents weakness, degradation, filth and general negativity. You have a very low opinion of yourself or of someone in your life. The dream may also relate to self-esteem issues or a skewed self image.”
Ironic?
I’m fragile. The littlest things can break me so please handle with care.
Hurting someone either intentionally or unintentionally, I think that any sane person with a heart would hate themselves just a little bit. I mean, I do and would. Whether we know it or not, I’m sure we’ve all hurt someone before and though we may not have meant to, it happens. People hurt people. But it’s those genuine souls that do whatever it takes to make up for it that...
Am I living life the wrong way or something? I mean, I’m just getting accused left and right today. And of course, as sob stories always go, there’s just no winning for me.
As far as repetition goes, I’m getting pretty sick of closely doing the unthinkable. It’s an endless cycle of tears but I put up with it because it’s worth it. You’re worth it.
On the other...
“Shortly after I turned 21, a boy handed me a poem. It was folded and folded until the words were concentrated and tucked away, handwritten black letters turned and flipped inside a small square.
We had been on a plane from Burlington, Vt., to Newark, seated a few rows away from each other. I had noticed him before we boarded: the way he sat with his feet resting on his carry-on, his gaze...
It’s in our nature to compare ourselves to those who don’t matter. Or maybe that’s just how I malfunction.
It’s not something you want to ever think about but someday, the ones you love more than life will leave. Without words, without reason, without you; life will have a completely different set of plans for them. It’s easy to get mad at them for little things or fuss and fight over the unnecessary as opposed to how difficult it is to not let them get to you but in the long run, the best...
Wishing you were still here even more than the...
I never thought I’d fall for you as hard as I did.
October 2011
14 posts
Despite the rants and vents, we mainly keep it to ourselves. To declare and pass on good vibes is one thing but to drag others down with our minor mishaps does not benefit anyone in any way. Of course explaining the traits of being happy can be a breeze but to maintain; well, it wouldn’t be worth it if it wasn’t worth fighting for, right? Shit happens, mistakes are made and lessons are...
I don’t write anymore. I just spend the last few minutes going through my old posts and even though I’ve delete dozens and dozens of my own writing, it’s nice to see that I actually..write. Or in this case type. As opposed to my usual reblogging, it’s good to let it all hang!
I guess I should start now by saying my mind is a clutter, I have too much to say and thus, I will...
Always doing too much, never too little. Just right doesn’t ever seem to be enough.
Will face consequences soon enough and then will there be no one else but self to blame.
Your name, a mention, a post or story, the news video, our memories, my regret, you; I can’t help but do more than shed a tear. I bawl. I’ll never be able to forgive myself and you already know that. Until the day I get to see you again, I’ll pray that you’ll no longer hate me for my stupidity way back when.
I went to Build-A-Bear on Monday and got my little sister a...