I like girls and boys. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I'm looking for someone who won't eat my heart out with a steak knife. I'm twenty-one, atheist, I love swearing, bright eyes and 4chan. I have brown eyes and too much common sense. I post nudes, don't like it don't follow.
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“I CANT FIND MY FAMILY! I THINK THEY WENT TO THE OLIVE GARDEN BUT I AM NOT SURE! THEY DIDNT LEAVE A NOTE AND THEY USUALLY DO! AND THEY DIDNT TAKE ME WITH! LOL ALEX FROM COBRA HE IS A QT. BUT SRSLY U GUYS IDK WHAT TO DO. SHOULD I CALL FOR HELP? SHOULD I GO HAVE SEX WITH MY NEIGHBOR AND ~FORGOT MY PROBLEMS? SHOULD I TAKE MY DOG FOR A WALK AND TRY SEE IF I FIN THEM? MAYBE THEY WENT FOR A WALK AND JUST HAVENT COME BACK YET? SHOULD I TAKE A BATH AND LISTEN TO JAY Z AT THE SAME TIME? SHOULD I MAKE A SANDWICH AND CALL IT A NIGHT? AND WORRY ABOUT IT TOMORROW? AND HOPEFULLY THEY’LL BE BACK IN THE MORNING? BUT I DOUBT I WILL SLEEP BECAUSE IM WORRIED. I MEAN LIKE I KNOW THEY WALK TO THE GAS STATION SOMETIMES TO GET CHEETOS AND WALK BACK AND THEN WATER THE PLANTS IN THE FRONT YARD BUT THIS IS LIKE HELLA EXTREME FOR THEM. MAYBEEE THEY WENT FOR A JOG INSTEAD OF A WALK AND LIKE JOGGED TO THE ELEMETARY SCHOOL DOWN THE STREET TO PLAY WITH THE CHILDEN AND PLAY 4 SQUARE WITH THEM? THATS A BIG POSSIBILTY BECAUSE MY WHOLE FAMILY LIKES CHILDEN. THATS WHY I HAVE 4 BROTHERS AND 2 SISTERS. THEY ALSO LIKE TO SIT IN THE PARK AND WATCH THE ELDERY WALK BY AND FED THE DUCKS. MY BROTHER CUSTIS LIKES TO MAKE DUCK CALLS THATS HOW THEY LURE THE DUCKS TO FEED THEM. THEY ALL FORGOT THEIR CELLPHONES TOO. MY MOMS RINGTONE IS BURNING UP BY THE JONAS BROTHERS BECAUSE AS I SAID, SHE LOVES CHILDEN AND THATS WHAT THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE. AND MY DADS RINGTONE IS 99 PROBLEMS BY JAY Z BECAUSE IT SOUNDS NOTHING LIKE JESSICA SIMPSON. MY OLDEST BROTHER DANIELS RINGTONE IS THIS LOVE BY MAROON 5 BECAUSE THE SONG REMINDS HIM OF TAKING A SHOWER. MY OLDEST SISTER KATY HER RINGTONE IS HELENA BY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE BECAUSE MY SISTER IS ONVINCEED THAT GERARD WAY LIVES NEXT DOOR TO US BUT SHES NOT RLY SURE CAUSE THE PERSON LIVING NEXT DOOR DOESNT REALLY COME OUT OF THE HOUSE AND SO THATS HER ~THEORY. SO ALL AND ALL IM JUST CONCERED THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME AND I DONT WANT TO LOSE THEM BECAUSE I WOULD MISS THEIR RINGTONES PLAYING WHEN IM DOING HOMEWORK OR DANCING IN THE LIVING ROOM TALKING TO MY CAT. OH BUT JUST SO YOU GUYS KNOW, MY CAT IS HERE, HER NAME IS CECELIA AND SHE IS FURY AND BROWN AND A COUPLE OF DAYS AGO SHE WAS BALD AND HUNGREY.”
- Anonymous
lolwhat
When Michael J. Fox dies, I will an hero.when michael j fox dies the earth will stand still
If your making a parkinsons joke,
THAT’S AWESOME!
Who gets under their skin, they can make you second guess yourself, feel horrible, hate your body, and so many other horrible things. I am sick of being weak and getting pushed around, so how do you beat them?
You capitalize more on a stereotypes than KFC and Eminem together, and you all suck.
Once you asked what made me so invited. I think it’s because I really miss the time I knew without anger. I should explain:
I knew without anger the way most kids knew without sex. They heard about it, maybe even saw their parents doing it, but because it didn’t exist in their world, they slid it away as something else - something outside themselves, something they don’t care to know. They just kept going, through cartoons and crunched leaves and smears of grilled cheese.
I always knew about sex, somehow, but anger – I had no idea. And then one day, I just… did. I saw anger everywhere, in everybody. The way a waitress put my water down too hard. The way my mom scrubbed a pot really fast, or really slow, and it scrapes the sink like something should die but it can’t. I see anger the way that creepy kid in the movie sees dead people.
I can’t make it go away, but I can shove it under the back of my brain, as long as I feel something similar, but not quite the same. You saw me shove it away, all the time, and you must have known. The way I take my hand, and ball it up until my nails crush into the crutch of my palm. I like to keep it there until it leaves marks.
Last year I was at a party with a psychic, and she took my palm and said I had two lifelines. She said I was very blessed because two lifelines meant I’d never be lonely. But I don’t have a real second line, it’s just the scars from my nails that keep cutting me down. I guess it’s dangerous to fake another lifeline, but I didn’t do it on purpose.
What is on purpose: Me calling you back. Because let’s face it, you’re the worst friend I’ve ever had. I knew you would be, right from the beginning, right when we said “hi” at the same time, but here’s the thing:
That’s why I loved you.
Anyway, take care. Maybe one day you’ll get what you want, which is what I already have, and then hopefully you’ll realize - it doesn’t mean what you think it does. Actually, it doesn’t mean anything. And right now, I have to make myself believe that you don’t mean anything, either.
Oh, also: I have to get ready for this thing tonight, so can I have that dress back? Just leave it outside my door. I can’t let you in.
M. Ward