February 2012
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I feel like I’m just turning into an angry person.
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Finally got my papers to move into a house for next year, and to be honest, I’m really excited about this. It’s another leap to adulthood. I’ll have a car too which is pretty convenient when I want to get around instead of relying on my own two feet to get from point A to B, hah.
I’m growing up!
Damn, I would love to make a move, but I can’t tell if I’m friendzoned or…
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The only time I have free time, I have nothing to do.
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She’s the type of girl you wouldn’t pull out for.
All the good girls are with the wrong guys, and all the good guys are with the wrong girls.
Never question occasional outbursts of happiness, it’ll only make it end quicker than it should.
She once spoiled me with love—with too much love—that I took for granted. And it was because it was always there, softly gripping my presence like the backpack that you always held with you during the barren, cold walks to school in the morning and back. It goes unnoticed and unappreciated, until you lose it. All the work you’ve built a foundation upon, gone. And you just have to...
I find it more attractive when women wear bland, plain colors instead of trying to stand out with wearing extremely vibrant colors.
Maybe we all are subconsciously drawn in to the risk of possibly getting hurt, that’s why we go for things that are out of reach and unobtainable. We all want what we can’t have, and it drives us insane.
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One of the things I regret most about growing up is not taking enough pictures of significant events in my life. I don’t have much to look back on, so I have to rely on memory. It’s sad that I couldn’t capture the moments in life when I was happiest.
The tension is so strong, you can smell it. I keep thinking whether or not to break the silence, but then I remind myself that it’s better this way.
It’s really funny when people get excessively dramatic and emotional on Facebook. Facebook isn’t a place to vent, Tumblr is.
I prefer a troubled woman over any other. One that is lost, confused and lonesome—one that needs to be saved and does not know it yet. She’s going to be hard to crack with that stone labyrinth exterior and the alluring mystery of discovering the core is what drives me to get to know her, to care for her, to want her.
Hey future wife,
Be prepared to get tons of tattoos together.
Once you have all the time in the world to yourself, you start to appreciate even the smallest things in life.
Have you ever met anyone and thought to yourself, “One day, I’m going to date you.”
It’s always relieving and comforting to connect with someone going through the same situation as you are, because they’re the only ones who understand.
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Now that I have some source of income, I’ve always wanted to spoil a special someone with an overwhelming amount of gifts, chocolates and flowers that’ll make her happy, and in return I’d really love to feel just a little appreciated.
For the longest time I’ve been searching for something serious, something real and certain; something that I wouldn’t doubt or think twice about and something that was mutual. I’ve been searching high and low for a long term commitment and what I’ve learned is that it can’t be forced. It just has to happen like it was made to be.
And just like that, what could have been, will never be.
I’ve got all the freedom in the world and I still feel frozen at a standstill. There’s nothing bad going on and nothing good either; the fact of the matter is that it’s nothing at all. I’m bored, tired, and uninspired.
It sucks to be ignored.
I just want to fast forward to a more stable time, where everything unsettling is settled and I am content once again.
Oblivious young teenager: *reblogs 20 chain letters to avoid being murdered by a demon tonight*
Me: *still alive after scrolling past an infinite amount of chain letters*
People are such gullible fat pussies on the internet, believing everything that they read will come true like chain letters, horror stories, etc. It’s not real and a man with red eyes appearing in your closet at 3:33 AM defies every law of physics. Stop believing everything on Tumblr, titfucks.
These lustful thoughts rip and tear at the innocence of the night as I bathe in its screeching silence. The quiet gaps that could be filled with your heavy breaths and passionate moans tease my imagination to great heights and I’m left here alone; alone to think of the possibilities of what we could be doing right now, but we cannot follow through because of the miles and miles that sets us...
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I usually refrain from listening to music, simply because I develop some sort of sentimental attachment to the song coupled with a memory of someone. Typically, songs leave me feeling nostalgic and I experience a bittersweet sadness in a sense, so I stray away from any type of music that will force me to reminisce.
Happy and unhappy with you at the same time.
I’ve always dreaded waiting for you: waiting for your answer, your call, your text, your reply. I drown with excitement in hope that I’ll get to talk to you tonight; every time my phone vibrates I smile, hoping it’s you, but it’s not and it rarely ever is. I’m not going to waste my time waiting anymore.
I can’t last more than a year with a phone, I always seem to break it or spill shit on it and then I have to find some cheap as tit replacement.
I’d marry the fuck out of you.
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You know you suck at everything when you have to Google things like how to make a girl happy, how to be romantic, how to comfort a girl, and ideas for dates.
I like to be alone, but I hate feeling lonely.