January 2010
30 posts
Peculiar.
I feel weird today. I want to share this feeling with someone
Though I can’t find words to describe it, that’s a moot point, since I have no one to share it with.
Or…
Am I telling myself I want to share it with someone because I have no one to share it with?
I confuse myself.
“people are awakening to the true nature of consciousness, and its always getting...”
– Brosef.
Modern science is like witch-craft.
I swallow this fist-full of little nasty skittles, and everything is better.
Tomorrow.
I will sail into the future on mystery’s wings and I will not look back. My heart yearns backward. I long to be found, hoping my searcher has not given up and gone home. But I no longer hope to be found! Do not follow me! Let’s just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. Let...
A BestFriend Inneed
kennethsays:
Days like these, Days when I wake up early and try my hardest to be openly disappointed. For the long run of my day it was amazing. I found my best friend having to be feeling the same way I am. It is quite amazing when two people feel the same, when not even talking or having the same feelings. We feel as if we need to be in each others lives. We get our hopes up, and feel love,...
“You can’t steal real love. But you can kidnap it.”
I think I've posted this before. Whatever.
Been on my mind a lot.
I go in circles with my thoughts.
“The thing about chameleoning your way through life, is that you forget who you are”
Mr. Durant: What's the square root of -8?
Student: Uhh...
Mr. Durant: calculator punches you in the face. You can't square root a negative number.
I found this hilarious.
Angry face.
Bleh… Bleh… Bleh.. Bleh….
I hate watching other people make googley eyes at each other. I won’t be mean to them over it. Because I’ve been there, done that.
Wouldn’t even notice if I was doing it myself.
Sometimes I don’t like being in public.
Please...
I don’t want to puke.. I don’t want to vomit…
I don’t have time… I DON’T HAVE TIME!
You off-handedly mentioned something I cannot stop thinking about.
Swell day, just swell.
I was late. SURPRISE.
but I had my hot drink and a bagel. Not to mention, I was late with Maureen. A little conversation perked me right up. (Get some sleep!)
First hour I discovered that I cannot build using straws and masking tape.
Second hour I discovered that 8 uncooked spagetti noodles can hold 186 pennies.
Third hour I played silly games with wonderful people. IT WAS AMAZING. I won at...
Twigger.
I spend most of my time with strangers.
I like strangers. They don’t try to impress me, they don’t patronize me. If they lie to me, it’s for a good reason. I don’t care when they leave me. They’re always there. I don’t think about them after their face has disappeared, we’re just not close.
My absense of friends has birthed my abundance of friends.
...
Tumorrow
joshuathorington:
A lot of people have laughed at me and asked if i was joking.
No, i’m not.
I have a tumor on my breast. Yes, that can happen to guys.
It’s being removed tomorrow.
I guess that’s that.
Hope everything goes well. If you want a hospital visit. I’ll be there in a second.
If I ever got another chance
I’d still ask her to dance.
I hate thinking those thoughts that send a wave of shivers up and down my back.
People are fucking stupid.
Stupor.
Today was a drowsey blur.
I don’t remember much. But walking through hallways of half-people is amusing. (I could only see waist down, my eyes were half shut)
Let’s see how long I last. What’s the worst that could happen? A waste of wasted potential? Don’t make me Lol.
For some reason, I like slipping on ice and hitting the ground really hard. It’s like, the mix of...
You
You might not have time for me.
So I don’t have time for me either.
You might not care for me.
But I’ll always care for you.
FUCK.
I had to sacrifice time with Georgie for sleep because I had to get up at 7 A.M. It seemed I was the only person at RHS outraged by this.
I arrived late to my first hour. Then I was informed that I did not have a group for the catapult project that is due soon. Apparently everyone in my group had found another group they liked more. So, I’m fucked. Especially since I have been skating...
Imperfect. (unfinished)
My eyes are not symmetrical
My nose is deformed from a scar in my nostril.
my eye brows are massive, often called caterpillars.
my forehead is dominated by two prominent scars.
My teeth are not pearl white.
My cheeks are rough from a million scars and bad skin.
My facial hair is unkempt and silly.
My knuckles are heaps of misshapen bone.
My nails are short and jagged.
My hair is absurd....
School is going to ruin my life.
It’s gonna suck not being able to wake up to a pretty face.
It’s like.. Impossible to have a bad day if you wake up to a pretty smiling face.
I like feeling more than human. I just wish it happened more often. Or lasted longer.
Dreadful.
So, I typed up a really long, really sad, entry about my death.
How I’ll be remembered and such.
I might post it tomorrow.
Just letting my late-night tumblr friends know, I was a busy little bee.
Goodnight.
I love all the things I love about you.
I love all the things I hate about you.
Because together they make up who you are. Who I love.
Have you ever seen a completely happy couple?
Yeah… Me neither.
Just a toy.
He’s mean to her, so she takes solace in me. Finds comfort waiting for her. This is the only time we really talk. We really spend time.
The situation is dreadful. I don’t like when he’s mean to her, because it makes her sad. But I simply adore her attention and affection.
I hate it. I love it.
Hanging on her every word. Falling deeper into those eyes.
And...