I want Thursday to fucking come and go already.
Then the healing can begin.
it’s been a tough month. fuck that, year. two thousand and eleven…I’m done with you. away with ye.
dun nun nun nun nun nuh
kicker of elves!
I’ll be okay, I have to get through this in one piece.
If you told me I would end up sleeping at my ex boyfriend’s house, waking up at one and climbing out the window to get Souplantation together, then coming back home to sleep and plan for a party…
I’d call you a terrible liar.
you’re FAR too kind, there. I have to find something worthy!
you’re not worth the emotional turmoil.
cigarette, sleep, repeat.
listening to Interpol’s Julian Plenti’s solo album (which I didn’t even know I had) and it’s not bad.
OH HEY EX BOYFRIEND.
we may be friends on facebook, but you may not “like” my emotional music posts that may or may not be directed towards you and your kind.
Now who here among us,
still believes in choice?
Andrew Bird (lookalike) was at this party and I wanted to make out with him so very bad.
because I’m fifteen days away from twenty one.
You’ve got your reasons
And me, I’ve got mine
But all the reasons I gave
Were just lies
To buy myself some time
How do you turn down the volume on your personal-drama earphones and learn how to listen to other people?
How do you jump off one moving train, marked “Yourself”, and jump onto a train moving in the opposite direction, marked “Everybody Else”?” —Love is a Mixtape by Rob Sheffield
You miss the person, you miss the being. We never saw eye to eye but at least she had a personality to disagree with. Now a morbid game of who can draw the knife quickest.
Thanksgiving in tears………