December 2009
Proof; n. Validation, the act of validating; finding or testing the truth of something.
I can't believe,
how okay you are right now. It’s like I never even mattered..
Someone help.
Tidal waves, they rip right through me. Tears from eyes worn cold and sad.
– blink-182 <3
Eh.
Zero sleep + Work 8-4 = Terrible.
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I'll never understand,
the reasoning behind posting your whole life online.
I know this video’s from a month ago. But I just miss her so much.
Never underestimate the pain of a person, because the truth is.. everyone is...
Baby,
I miss you.
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Excuse me sir, but I had plans to die tonight.
Oh, and you are directly in my...
– The Spill Canvas
Ouch.
Tonight fucking stings.
I need Jess right now.
I hate so much right now. People. Top 8? Yeah. Emotions. Money. The fact that I want to flee without a destination. The fact that I want to cry, but the tears won’t come because I know I’m supposed to be stronger than that. People telling me how terrible I am as a person and them not getting my point when I try to explain how hypocritical they’re being. It’s like I’m...
I love you and miss you bay <3
This pulled at my heart strings.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag every day.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the guy that lives on the streets because I am scared to go home.
I am the prostitute working the streets because I can’t find anybody who will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay...
Every night you leave,
createfate:
I make sure I hold on to that last embrace and take in every second of it. I look into your eyes. No. I really look into your eyes and tell you how much you mean to me. I tell you, not only that I am in love with you, but everything that I love about you. I thank you for being the most wonderful, kind, caring girlfriend and best friend anyone could ever imagine. I kiss every inch of...
Mouth hanging open...
There’s an older man that has been coming into my mom’s salon for years. His name’s Frank.. I think he works for the government or something. It took me at least a year, maybe even two, of being the receptionist there to finally understand his dry and sarcastic humor. So for the past few times that he’s been in here, we’ve talked and joked about simple things. He...