now y’all know why miley cried for 4 minutes straight in wrecking ball
The saddest thing I have ever watched
gives me shivers
do you ever look at somebody and wonder how they moan during sex
no but thanks now i have a new habit forced upon me whenever i go out
i think about this post at the most inappropriate times and it has ruined my life
Avatar: The Last Airbender: The College Years
This nigga just deepthroated a tornado
Kind of a better picture. Its so awkward to take a selfie of! lol
Got my tattoo lined out today! I go back to get it shaded on the 16th and I can’t wait. I’m so in love with it!
Right, so I haven’t posted on here in a while.
I still log on every once in a while and creep through my blog for quotes and shit lol. I dont ever feel the need to actually post something though. The idea of having a blog is just not appealing to me any more. I do like to read through all of my old posts and see how immature/ overly dramatic I used to be about life though.
- My life is good today.
- My mom will have been clean and sober for 17 months as of August 3rd which is such a miracle and a blessing.
- I have a higher power in my life today that I have a relationship with. I haven’t had any alcohol since January.
- I’ve been “dating” this guy since around November and it’s a complicated and beautiful relationship. I love him. He has definitely broadened my horizons in many ways. Our relationship may not last and will most likely end in heartbreak for me, but it has been and is so worth any pain that I might feel in the future, He has been such a blessing in my life.
- I have my driver’s permit and will very soon have my license and car, which will be freakin’ awesome.
- I’ve become addicted to working out and being healthy. I drink mainly water and the occasional glass of milk. I will very rarely have an energy drink, a soda, or a gatorade. I go to the gym at least 6 days out of the week and 7 if I am able to. I even go twice a day sometimes. I’ve lost like 10 pounds but I’m not really judging my progress based on my weight.
And that’s pretty much my life in a nutshell today. When I’m not with Rick or I’m not at the gym, I’m usually hanging out with my mom or my little brothers. I very rarely see my friends because we all just kind of have our own thing going on. I’m happy with my life and the way things are going. I am genuinely happy, which is something I never thought I would be and it is an amazing feeling. I have bad days where I feel depressed and don’t want to get out of bed, but even those days aren’t anything that I can’t handle and that I’m not grateful for. Every day is a blessing and everything we feel or experience is all a part of that blessing. I’m grateful for it all :)
how to be alone (not by choice) on a windy evening in the middle of september
Stay quiet, clench your fists, no one ever gained anything from fighting. Don’t look back, don’t laugh in his face, don’t fall to his feet and beg for a second chance you know won’t please either of you. Look unhappy. Let a thundercloud follow you down the hallway, down the stairs, outside. Be angry, make him fear that the wrath you are certainly capable of is coming, but don’t let it destroy you. (Don’t let it destroy him, either.) Send him the love letters you wrote when you still loved him, letters so beautiful they’ll leave a taste in his mouth like sour milk. Say you’re sorry, mean it. Don’t wait for his apology. (He won’t give one.) Buy a dozen red balloons and hold them tight. Let go of the strings and watch them float away, lifted by the breeze that brings with it a current of unrecognizable fantasy. Watch them lift off to somewhere far from here, and think of yourself. Be alone. Cry. Write long letters to whoever’s coming next. Don’t lie to yourself. Feel ugly. (Don’t do ugly things.) Feel beautiful. (Do beautiful things.) Feel like a bird with injured wings. Feel like flying again. Capture all of this into something—a poem, a song, a cake with messily smeared icing—and do something with it. Take all of the broken things and recycle them. Forget his name, forget the tracks left behind by his fingertips, remember only the way he made you feel. Do not hate him. Find someone else’s hand to hold. Remember to be gentle with it.
How many times have you tried to talk to someone about something that matters to you, tried to get them to see it the way you do? And how many of those times have ended with you feeling bitter, resenting them for making you feel like your pain doesn’t have any substance after all? Like when you’ve split up with someone, and you try to communicate the way you feel, because you need to say the words, need to feel that somebody understands just how pissed off and frightened you feel. The problem is, they never do. ‘Plenty more fish in the sea,’ they’ll say, or ‘You’re better off without them,’ or ‘Do you want some of these potato chips?’ They never really understand, because they haven’t been there, every day, every hour. They don’t know the way things have been, the way that it’s made you, the way it has structured your world. They’ll never realize that someone who makes you feel bad may be the person you need most in the world. They don’t understand the history, the background, don’t know the pillars of memory that hold you up. Ultimately, they don’t know you well enough, and they never can. Everyone’s alone in their world, because everybody’s life is different. You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live. Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down.
— Michael Marshall Smith, Only Forward (via 2hellwu)