Almost all my plates for our finals next week are due this Monday and Tuesday. And I’m still slacking off. And I’m panicking as fuck. But I feel so drowsy it’s as if I took some sleeping pills or something. And I only have two more days to finish almost everything. But I wanna go to bed already. Like, I feel so passive about our finals. My god.
- Queen Cersei: What was she like?
- King Robert: You've never asked about her, not once. Why now?
- Queen Cersei: First, just saying her name even in private felt like I was breathing life back into her. I thought if I didn't talk about her, she'd just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn't going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn't want to give you the satisfaction that I cared enough to ask. Eventually, I came to realize my spite didn't mean anything to you.
I tried to sleep three times today. I ended up having three different dreams and each one consisted of you and her. What. Can’t my dreams be my place to escape anymore? What. Even my dreams decide to play reality now? Fuck. Fucking fuck.
Te echo mucho de menos.
I’m not going to let myself be your fall-back, your doormat. Come back if you really want to, if your feelings for me rule your judgment, and not because you’ll base your return depending on what happens to the two of you. If you agree with what I just said, just let me go now.
Last night, I was on the phone with an old friend. We chatted it up just like the old days, with him telling me what a stupid fuck I was and me just ignoring all his precious insults. Life was good then. I don’t know what happened. Freedom opens my eyes, I guess. And I do miss the late night calls, the late night rooftop drinking with him and his friend. I wanna be his friend again, especially after I made up with another old friend just days ago. Are these the nice things I get after being free again? Well, I am quite happy about it and I don’t want anything else to ruin it. Just for once.
You ever feel like you don’t ever want to wake up? Just to escape reality and the bullshit that goes along with it?
I just wanted to lay in your bed with you last night. To fall asleep next to you and to wake up and you’re still there. To stare into your brown eyes all night. For that moment to just pause and let me live in it as long as I wanted to.
And now I wake up to an empty space. Nothing.
And this is the last time I’m going to talk about you. About us. Until everything is swell.
Social networking hiatus for a while. Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr. Bye.
Kiss me once in the snow, I swear it never gets old
But I will promise you, I can make it warmer next year
Hearing this song, I don’t know, makes me cry because I just miss you. So much.
I will find a way. I’m confused, though but I think I can try. I will save your life. I’ll try for you. I know what to say to take you higher. No one else can take you higher, but I will try.
I was in a bedroom with this lady I’ve seen from the internet. She was wearing a tank top, acid washed skinny jeans and a bandana on her head. She had plenty of tattoos. At the time, it wasn’t surreal, like she was only a regular attractive girl. I was in a bedroom with her to get myself a tattoo. She was the artist.
Pretty sure you’ve seen her on the internet. Her name’s Ira Chernova. She is my ideal girl. And she was going to do my tattoo!
While she was preparing her stuff, I asked her, “What if my mom sees this? She’s going to fucking murder me.” Ira called her lady friend into the room and asked her to talk to me. This lady friend was covered in tattoos as well. She took off her clothes, laid in the bed naked and said, “You know, my mom can’t do anything about all these tattoos.” I smiled as Ira called me up and started inking my inner thigh.
And then I fucking woke up.
I heard mass earlier after 3 weeks, and if you must know, I’m a non-believer and I just do this for my mom. I was spaced out a bit before the homily and started to ponder about everything that occurred recently. A lot of people kept telling me to pray whenever I have some major shit up in my ass, but I never do. I mean, why would I? No one’s out there to hear me out anyway. Everything is all up to man. And that’s when I started to think that once man realizes there really is no supreme being out there, no forgiving God, no loving God, no merciful God, he is all alone.
I’ve nothing against the believers who keep to themselves, though. After all, sometimes homilies make the utmost sense when everything else doesn’t. Like the homily earlier, the priest said, “Forgiveness doesn’t happen overnight, especially when it tries to heal a deep wound.” If I could, I would’ve laughed my ass off just because it’s true.
Not posting biased, happy stuff from my personal life for awhile since I don’t like getting jinxed every other day anymore.
But I must say, everything’s going swell. And I intend it to stay that way until I stop living or else my foot will be stuck in somebody’s ass.
No, you can’t ask me to make my blog private. Yea, it’s our personal lives but it is my personal life, too, so fuck you.
You know what, I am thisclose to smashing both your faces to pieces until you both bleed dry. Yea, I am reading your post in Tumblr. In fact, I can’t even take my eyes off of it. You’re probably right, you know how his mind works. Well, you don’t have to let me win. He’s yours!! And if this was the “trial period”, no need for that. I mean, jeez. Don’t let me interfere! You can have him, you pathetic rich girl.
And as for you, thank you for making it so clear that seven months with you was all a big fat fucking lie. Stop begging for me to stay, please. Even that comes off as a lie.
Twisted fuckers. I hate you both.
- Donna: Jackie, I'm sure Hyde will do the right thing.
- Jackie: You know, I thought if I really put myself out there, he'd see how much I love him and say yes right away. And when he didn't, I thought 'Okay, maybe he'll take a couple of hours and then say yes.' But now I think he's only taking so long because he's gonna say no. Donna, what if he says no?
Why is that so hard to believe?