June 2012
I never let people see my poetry on here anymore.
1 tag
Hikari from Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins Of The...
May 2012
Seriously… What the fuck is going on in Florida?
So many things remind me of you and at this point, I just laugh.
My future room mates knows about Ape Escape. MY FUTURE ROOM MATE KNOWS ABOUT APE ESCAPE.
I haven’t met her and I love her. Anyone who knows about Ape Escape is good in my book.
“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million...”
– The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (via uv-ray)
BUT
This evening was excellent and I’m soaked to the bone with no cares in the world. The grass at Stroud clung to me knees. We traveled off the beaten path. The wind picked up and we ran back to the car, just in time for the rain to pick up. We found our way to a park and we danced in the rain. Rain drenched everything. And I wouldn’t have changed tonight for the world.
Although I will...
Watching these old home movies is surreal. My third grade teacher from CHESTERTON, right before I moved away, said that she wanted to keep in touch but not just that year. She said she wanted to be at my high school graduation. I listened to the movies as background noise, and a familiar voice I hadn’t heard in so long graced my presence. My Papa. Alive and well. At least somewhere in time....
What a fun time with Shannon
Fun doesn’t even begin to describe the time we had.
“YOSFALE”
Today is bittersweet.
Last full day of high school. I don’t know what to think yet. I just want it to be over so I can go home and run and sleep.
Why is it that I always come back to you?
“I seem to have forgotten my cheese grater.”
– Waitress at Olive Garden
Thought I'd introduce you to my best friends.
fishingboatproceeds:
mrs-joe-walker:
So these are my best friends Hazel Grace and Augustus.
I do not know who made this fan art, but it is fantastic.
I fucking love this city.
We’re watching some street performers do their thing, and by God are they great!
There’s a Legal Seafood right across the street from the aquarium.
“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”
– Jaime Gil de Bieda (via absea)
It’s nice to know that taxi drivers are crazy everywhere.
It’s surreal being back in this city.
This is why we cannot go anywhere together. Your blood pressure gets too high.
2 tags
Happily at 160. That’s about 15 pounds less than when I started. HOWEVER. I will fit into those pants again.
Someone just recognized me from a performance in public. Blushing.
The beginning of the end.
This is the last time I’ll ever be on this stage.
1 tag
And Finally
From this:
To this:
To this:
1 tag
I'm Going To Come Out And Say It
Like I just said to a friend, I’m picking up the pieces of a shattered illusion. Devin no longer exists in the realm living. My living, anyways. He was my grandest illusion, after all. We both played the disappearing act, but I fooled myself into thinking I had all the tricks up my sleeve. He got himself a girlfriend while I was busy writing poetry, and occupying myself with the company of...
2 tags
I Don't Know Why I Like This So Much
For once, I don’t care about the stars. They’re all dead, anyways.
Cut off all my hair because:
It’s my way of taking the weight off my shoulders
Tomorrow’s the Theatre Arts play, hence the weight.
It was getting too long.
I had the awkward swoop.
So, yeah. This has been a post.
John Green's tumblr: sonder →
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep…
I feel appreciated and accomplished for the first time in ages.
Well here’s three hours of my life I won’t ever get back. Senior Awards Night. Party.
Anxiety attack number one.
On the plus side… today went better than expected. But it was still pretty bad.
Fuck this. It’s not fucking fair.
It’s cool. I just want to kill myself.
Fuck you the most.
“Nothing exists beyond the whitewashed sky that lingers between me and the...”
– I’m quoting myself again.
Thanks A Lot
Fuck my family. Fuck every single one of you.
For once,
I don’t care about the stars.
They’re all dead, anyway.
