November 2009
12786.) Thinking about how old I was when I lost...
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12576.) I feel like I spend more time thinking...
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Grateful
Im expected to be ready in exactly 10 minutes. Yet here I am, lounging around, doing nothing but tumblr.
And then it hit me.
I’m about to go to a Thanksgiving dinner to show my gratitude and what not.
But I’m here wasting my time being ungrateful. Laying in bed, holey sweats and an indifferent attitude.
I don’t get it. Sometimes I feel like an empty house. The lights are all...
“We must be our own before we can be another’s.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via fuckyeahhappy)
“Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is…Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing...”
– Girl, Interrupted (via paleshades) (via suzywire)
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December 21, 2008
i remember i cried when i got home. not because i felt regret or guilt or anxiety. but because i felt like i was splitting in two. his endowment had pushed me farther than i had ever gone in my life, physically at least. all i could feel was this gaping hole that refused to seal itself whole again. i didnt bleed blood. i bled my innocence.
It was a year ago then, and its two...
