I need a new job. Seriously.
You suck so passionately. You’re a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature finger-banging my heart.
Going through 130 pages of old posts is exhausting. Holy mother…
Anonymous asked: Thank you very much, you're the first person I've told the dream to, and it feels really nice to have let it out <3
That dream makes me sad because I’ve so done that before. :[ Stay strong, lovely. <3
Tell me a story. Your story, his story, her story, the story in your head or even the one that was in your dreams last night. Ask me questions. Personal, random, sexual, TMI, spiritual, any question you might have or might have not even thought about. Scream at me. Tell me your frustrations, heartaches, let it all out. Ask me for advice, I’m not very good at following it, but I’m good at giving...
It’s weird to look through my old Tumblr posts. It’s like going back in time or reading my own journal. I still remember everything I was feeling when I was posting these things. The breakup, the friends lost and gained, work and whatever else. Oh my, how things have changed. How I’ve changed…
Hello, lovely people. :]
I’m in a hazy oblivion, and the door is open. Kiss me, darling, your breath is so sweet. Eyes burning, heavy breathing, mouth dry. This is where I’ve come to live. I can’t. feel. anything. numbnumbnumb. The pain has gone away, yet again
My arms are pinned to my sides, and my brain’s so fuzzy, I can’t think a full sentence. So this is what this coctail feels like. Two’s better than one, but three tops the cake. The relaxation is pulling me under. Put the mask on and count backwards from ten. 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…
I prefer not to be sober because I’m just not ready to face reality yet. I much prefer my own hazy smoke-filled world where sunflowers grow. I’m finally happy. I’m finally home. This place, this world is borderline swirling colors and blue meanies. You can always hear the faint “all you need is love” sung by the teenagers in hemp and beads in the feild next door. Let’s run away to this place so...
Deleting bitches from Facebook. Someone remind me why I even keep the thing?
I give up.
Breaking in 5 inch heels is not fun. Damn work party…
I asked my grandpa if I looked okay and he pulled me into a hug and said, “I know we’ve had our differences, but I love you so much, and you look beautiful.”
Bored at work.
Researching herpes. How have I not had more breakouts? The food I eat, stress, alcohol and drug use, all triggers. Well, I’m glad. It’s been five months already. Six since I was diagnosed. Oh, happy day. :]
fillyoureyes13-deactivated20130 asked: I live in Denver, as I see you do too?!
So fuck you.
Why are you everywhere? You disappear from everywhere but my mind for months and as soon as I’m finally healing, you’re in my face. Man, my dream last night really fucked me. Even in my own dreamland, your arms feel like home. :/
But fuck you the most. :]
I live in the most beautiful state. Just sayin’.
Super hiiiigh, training people at work. Love it. :]
Coffee with Baileys. My little work getaway. :]
Today’s one of those days. The ones where nothing major is going wrong. Everything’s thing okay, just a typical day at work. Only you feel like screaming. Holding back tears for no apparent reason. It’s one of the days you try so ridiculously hard to be happy, but no matter how hard you try, you just can’t. It’s the kind of day that tells you you’re not just sad, you’re depressed. I hate these...
You don’t stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
Watching a Harry Potter movie for the fourth time this weekend, while re-reading the Sorcerers Stone. Um, I think I officially have a problem…
Work is so much better after a good wake-n-bake. And morphine and klonopin. So ready to make some monies. :]