June 2010
1 post
:)
I don’t ever update my tumblr because I never go on here. You can’t expect anything much from here and I have things to do. I have whi for beautiful pictures.
March 2010
1 post
I’m sorry I haven’t updated. I have a blogspot now, for actual posts.
February 2010
1 post
i forgot about you. again.
January 2010
1 post
smot and vodka
G: I had a dream about a boy
H: I did too, it was nice.
G: We fucked on a rollercoaster
H: Your poor vagina
December 2009
27 posts
igby igby
I don’t know how to start off. Because I’ve never had that ability to pull together words and string them into something bigger. Words are words and wow, just wow. So I wanted to write what happened to me on December 24th. It’s hallucinogenic and and one of those fairy tales you never got told, because it’d make your parents seem sadistic and high and so cruel so you were...
I read “And then there were none” and watched “Avatar”. I’ve had a good day.
can i speak with you?
“What the fuck is a Hudlie” That is the first thing Eden said when she met me. I remember laughing along everyone else, because it was genuinely funny. But what’s even more funny? I have no idea who I am. At all. When you lie for a long time, it blends and melts into a distorted truth that’s hard to differentiate. I’m happy that I almost feel like crying over a boy, though. I...
booby? bobby?
C’s was a blast. We got wet and covered in mud and ashes and firepit embers and Brandon and Bobby’s gay lovefest. There are pictures. We got wet and sticky and ruined C’s hoodies. Um. A’s was fun too, I was tripping without my meds though and felt like shit and everything everyone said pissed me off and I got paranoid and for the first time in two months, started thinking...
Anti-depressants alter the chemicals in your brain, and contrary to popular belief, they help. I don’t care how it works for you, it’s lovely for me. Because I really can’t handle shit without them. Sorry momma, I think I’ll stick with these for a while. Hey, at least I’m not getting stoned.
no.
party@5-9
Ptp
i posted an epiphany about my future on this blog. it was enlightening and thoughtful. it didn’t post though, but its alright. I’m trying to ignite what I wanted to be for quite a while; a writer.
I'm sleeping to avoid my clone in a brown shirt
It took me a second to realize what’s going on around me today, but I can figure out that high school is giving several friends mental breakdowns. It’s the stress of college, I guessed. When I got my SAT scores, it irked me how everyone wanted to compare to everyone else and I had concave thinking and started cooking it up to have deep meanings. Then I slept til eight pm, but not...
I'm using ghostthings as a barricade from doing...
ha. hahahahaHAha.
I’m starting to sound like you in that I’m being narcassitic and wonder if everything is about me. I was going to decode this message, but someone told me that “its my blog, i can write whatever i want” and I don’t really care anymore. Lexapro and Risperdal take care of that, thank you.
i can't think straight
Like my thoughts are speeding forward and stopping to a hault indiviually and in a group and my mind is trying, gimmie a second, to organize and catch everything up. It’s strange. I’d really rather be sleeping, though.
it scares me how much i possibly cared about you. fuck man, like fuck.
I forgot about this thing but I updating.ing. I was in the hospital, I was writting a book, I realized people, and I’m planning a party. All in the order.
November 2009
2 posts
you told me not to cry
In 8th grade, I had a teacher who was crazy. But she taught us to just write everything that was on our minds then organize it afterwards, or something like that. So here is what I’m thinking;
I’m still in love with the “Where The Wild Things Are” soundtrack even if I wasn’t huge on the movie. I’m still crap at updating my Tumblr because I don’t really...
asthma @ pretty as a picture
she smokes marlboro cigarettes with the bedroom door locked. i taste it on her breath, lips and skin everyday after school. her bed is a mattress on the floor. sometimes we make love on it and i wonder if she’d rather have her mouth around a cigarette than me right then. she has asthma too. she is my second cousin. i didn’t know this until two years after we began fucking and three...
October 2009
106 posts
my tumbularity plummented again, idc
I don’t care so much about writing about myself because I’m not interesting at all. People out there are more interesting. But I had a conversation with my mom about a cousin of hers who lives in Switzerland. Never before have I badly wanted to know someone in my family.
Why do I always fall for the same guy?
vintage6:
Even though I know that despite being different people..
They will destroy me in the end,
Always.
I think it’s because you just know what you want, even if its the same thing in different colors and styles and crotches. The heart wants what the heart wants.
so i'll write about my walk of shame morning
There’s a possibility I can never have sex because I’d be disappointed. AP Fall Ball was whatever. Really, my only words.
You Me At Six. I was looking forward to them the most and they didn’t disappoint. So charming and cute and mellow and generally wanting to have fun. Plus, “We’re british so we don’t lie about this. You guys are the best show we’ve...
if you take off all your clothes
jamie campbell brower is off the market and looks like a girl. i still love him
fall ball is tomorrow, i kinda sat in my shower shaving and it felt comfortable
i watched the pilot of “white collar” and i liked the show
see three. the reviews for it were good, generally, and that made me :)
i want to vomit because i’m still bothered by it. idk why. you were suppose to be my...
a life long love
vintage6:
ghostthings:
It’s so weird how I think people are not. there. I can’t explain it because I’ll sound broken. I guess it’s just, I think people up as groups. And I have this semi-large group connected to other little groups. These groups are friends as family is a whole other matter. And it’s like I think I’m so close to these people, and I am—don’t get me wrong—but when I get reminded...
halloween is coming.
what are you going to be?