February 2012
what happened to the boy i met this summer
happy—thats-the-word replied to your post: i just don’t want to interact with people right…
You’re tall and beautiful and have a sense of style others can only dream of. I wanted to tell you because you should know you’re kind of so amazing that you don’t have to talk to anyone—like your post said, beautiful people are allowed to hurt too :)
you are too kind. seriously.
:’)
so im on the school paper right?
and I’m doing the feature, right?
and NO ONE I’m featuring replies to me emails, right?
wait—they do…after we change the focus of the feature. fack.
i just don’t want to interact with people right now, okay?
especially to have conversations I really don’t want to have.
just no
January 2012
sitting in math
bored out of my mind
well-prepped:
If I send you a text and you don’t respond almost immediately I come to hate you more and more with each minute that passes.
oh, shoot
now im just overthinking everything
time to go to bed before this gets ugly
do you ever like feel embarrassed, but you haven’t done anything embarrassing? it’s just like this weird state where you id something and then you overthink it nd it actually isn’t that big of a deal, but you play it over and over in your head until it consumes you and you just think
“i’m a sorry excuse for a human being”
and it really isn’t that big of...
“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every...”
– Lemony Snicket (via comicsans4life)
"Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath
gematriya:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) ...
