February 2012
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You’re as mature as the sixteen year olds you hang out with.
When I'm on my period:
WHY AM I EVEN ALIVE.
I like it when somebody is trying to describe a person you don’t know to you, and you’re like “nope, no idea,” and they continue like “well, he has eyeballs, they’re blue, and hair that’s blonde, and he’s tallish, and does theater.” Like, bitch, do you realize what you are saying and how many tallish blue eyed blonde haired theater majors there...
Arizona weather.
Morning: HOLY SHIT its freezing.
Afternoon: Who the fuck set the earth on fire.
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“I guess I need to go grocery shopping too. Since all I have are condiments and wine.”
-Mom
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"Love is not love which alters when it alteration...
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Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from...
Eight months ago at this very moment I was lying in a hospital bed scared shitless with my ankle in pieces, blood running down my leg, and with my family all around me. The broken heart didn’t even compare, and before then I had never felt physical pain greater than emotional, but that night I did. I remember it well, and I still flinch when I see headlights coming in my direction. Hell, I...
"It's a hard day for breathing again."
Only cause I’m too tired. lol.
Train Wreck Tuesday
All aboard, mother fucker.
Text to the boyfriend:
“You and Arnold Palmer are the only things I care about anymore.” If that’s not love I don’t know what is.
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Things that don't make sense in college:
Why you’re going to college in the first place. Why is college so expensive? 40,000 in debt, whaddup. Any drink that isn’t caffeinated. Yep. Even beer. (FourLokoFTW) 8 o’clock classes. 9 o’clock classes. 10 o’clock classes. Pretty much any class before noon. How does my computer sleep way more than I do? and anything that has to do...
This Poem Is Called Tuesday
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"Women are like pyromaniacs. You don't know if...
Truth.
The poison is in my blood stream. As it flows through my arteries and into my brain I watch it exude through each and every one of my pores. I watch it infect those around me, and infect the ones I love. I begin to worry that on most days the fog I carry with me is toxic.
Haters gonna hate.
For the record, I’m an English/Language Arts education major. Which makes saying things like “talk English,” a fucking crime. It was supposed to be funny, but let’s all just take it to heart and question my intelligence. Yeah, that’s nice.
And none of you got my Neil Armstrong reference, ouch.
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The days when I feel like I can’t compare. Those days are fun.
"Looking for misery, but you found me, lying naked...
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I have an idea, I don’t agree with what this person says, so I’m gonna call them a name and make sure to relate it to their sexual orientation. Like, “fag,” or “dyke.” That makes me cool, right? Because I’m straight, and I can do that?
Spontaneous spotting while wearing white...
Thanks, Vagina. This is why we can’t have nice things.
I think "hang in there," is probably the worst...
What? I’m just sayin’.
Even if I'm in a relationship
I still fucking hate Valentines Day.
"I don't want to brag but..."
Oh cool, she’s gonna brag.