December 2010
38 posts
There are so many people I wish I knew better.
Typical New Years' post.
A lot of changes this past year. A lot of sadness, but a lot of good, too.
I can’t articulate how, overall, I’m happy. Through that lot of everything, I can confidently, cliché-y say that I know who I am and I’m happy with that. I’m happy that I have learned to let myself feel angry, feel depressed, feel ugly, feel everything, without the same harsh judgement I used to...
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John Dorian's Three-Step Seduction Plan
Make her realize you have something in common.
Connect on a personal level.
Remind her she’s all alone.
Watch
I didn’t realize you could find what I wrote. You found my name, and just found everything I felt in that exact moment. I don’t even remember putting it online. Did I want it to be found? Was I just stupid?
But you say you’re happy you found it.
I’m just happy we’re surviving. I’m happy we’re still friends, after so long.
“What do I want for the future? I know exactly what I want, everything: calm,...”
– Johnny Depp (via fuckyeahjohnnydepp)
I’ve forgotten how to express my opinion articulately.
ShoutitoutCat: Well, →
cattlovessyouu:
It’s time now to wish everybody a Merry Christmas. So, Merry Christmas to all my family. You guys are always there for me and, let’s face it, you have to be. But I know you’re not complaining. And I love you. To my friends, Merry Christmas. In all my rough moments, you’re the ones that keep me…
77% of girls consider themselves ugly.
More than half the female population out there has a negative outlook on their appearance. Do your part and help lower that number. Everyone’s beautiful in their own ways, but for some people, the shadow of what the media and society today portrays as beauty hides them from realizing how special they are.
“If I have a problem it’s that I think too much. The real meaning of this song...”
– (via daniellamn)
It is a Thursday.
And I am unhappy.
I need to write a short story. Horror, for English.
I miss finding the right words.
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But I'm not supposed to matter.
But it’s not supposed to be about me.
10 Things Writers Know →
the-write-idea:
10. Writing is easy. Writing well takes work.
9. It takes longer than a week to write 80,000 words.
8. Fiction means made-up. I’m not my sleuth, nor are you one of my characters.
7. Just because I’m staring into space doesn’t mean that I’m not working.
6. Characters take on lives of their own.
5. You never really get a day off.
4. Just because a writer asks the right...
iquitelikethebeatles:
The Ballad of John and Yoko featured only Paul and John playing, as George was abroad and Ringo was working on a film project. In tape from the recording session you can hear the following exchange between the two present:
John (on guitar): Go a bit faster, Ringo! Paul (on drums): Okay, George!
I don’t like you right now.
I may not want to bother anyone,
but I don’t want to be forgotten either.
They haven’t been remembering me, recently.
life-on-shuffle asked: Hi! I just read your post about how you don't understand how someone you never met has influenced your life. And I want to let you know that I feel the exact same way.
I'm also irrationally sad today, too.
*Tumblr hug*
x
I'm also irrationally sad today, too.
*Tumblr hug*
x
10:45 PM EST. John Lennon was shot at this moment...
life-on-shuffle:
Sometimes I find myself wishing I still had you around because you would understand me. You are my inspiration, John. I love and miss you.
“The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we...”
– John Lennon.
I’m on a rampage.
“Acceptance can take a lot of different forms, whether it’s accepting that it’s...”
– Scrubs, “My Screw Up” (via americasnexttopattorney)
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"Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the...
Thirty years.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much someone I’ve never even met has influenced my life.
Thirty years today, John Lennon was shot.
I’m irrationally sad.
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Even though I’m terribly self-conscious when publishing any sort of emotion for other people to read,
I freaked when Tumblr was down.
I imagine yelling, “FUCK,” into my pillow would make me feel better.
I get so ridiculously frustrated to see how you can talk to other girls, my friends, and never bother to remember me.
With this slump I’m in, I’m beginning to doubt you ever liked me at all.
I feel hideous.
Reblog if you are a Starkid.
Officially done.
cattlovessyouu:
No, this time, I mean it. Get ready for a whole new [Katie]. I’m sick and tired of who I’ve been.