love this album. love her. love this.
So this year has been heavy to say the least. My uncle died unexpectly in September and then maaaybe 2weeks after that my aunt on the other side of the family was almost killed by her husband (it was something out of a Lifetime movie…seriously). I don’t really remember October because I spent the month either pretending I was okay or crying in a) the shower b)my room c)walking home from class or d)anywhere where no one could see me. I refused to talk about how i was feeling and next thing I know I’m failing every test for the next 2 weeks, and I didn’t care. When I finally got out of my funk (my aunt moved closer to family and i said my goodbyes to my uncle) my grades were shit. I wanted to withdrawl from my classes, but my mom said I could do it. It’s a struggle, and it feels like after I get over one mountain I have to climb over another GIANT mountain.
what do you do when your ex-boyfriend(who is currently dating a tramp) asks you to go see harry potter and the deathly hallows?
go. it’s fucking harry potter and the deathly hallows.
i’m cutting my hair
this weekend my mother told me i should date one of my guy friends. and it’s bugging me. realistically i could, he’s an amazing person and understands me perfectly. it would make sense for us to date, but i don’t find him attractive. he isn’t ugly, but i’m not particularlly attracted to him. idk?
It’s funny think back at all the things you wanted to be as a kid
Thank god my mom fueled my imagination
“You can be anything you want”
“Anything?”
“…anything except a rapper.”
That seems fair, besides I didn’t want to be a rapper
But I did want to be
A lion
A firefighter
A lumberjack
A glass blower
A dancer
A tap dancer
A doctor
A zoo vet
A mom
A coronor
A dective
A model (granted I’m 5”3 on a good day)
A pilot
A EMT
A spy
A psychic
A tarot card reader
A drug dealer (times were rough, she then added this and thief to the list of things I couldn’t do because “I don’t have money for bail”)
A counselor
A lawyer
A non-fiction writer
A photographer
A magazine editor
A stage actress
A movie director
A news anchor
And finally a news producer
One time when I was younger I burped and sneezed simultaneously and it sounded like a quack…like from a duck. I then spent a large part of my childhood thinking I was part duck, which was terrifying because of my fear of birds.
My neighbor.
She’s always yelling
Yelling at her child and her boyfriend/fuck buddy/ baby daddy
Two days ago I heard him tell her “it’s not what you’re saying, it’s the way you say it”
This morning (around 3am have you) she yelled at him to leave…because he was too tired to fuck her.
Also she plays music loud at all hours, to hear over the yelling and fucking she does at all hours.
One time her child woke up mid-fuck and she yelled at him to go back to bed and stay there.
It was 11am.
Then she spanked him because he peed the bed. The bed she told him to go back to.
I hate her.
