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So trippy! o.o”

Fri, 17 May 2013 04:11:11 -0400

So trippy! o.o”

Buying My Own Apartment

Fri, 17 May 2013 02:41:55 -0400

My dream apartment will have lots of windows and in the morning, all those should be filled with sunlight. Hardwood floors, close to the roof(which I can access, preferably) or with a balcony where I can grow tomatoes or pears because why not? They’re awesome.

Then I’ll buy first all the necessities: Refrigerator, Mattress and… Yeah. Then slowly get furniture along the way. I’ll only fill that apartment with things I like. The end.

"The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged..."

Mon, 13 May 2013 12:59:29 -0400

“The loneliest people are the kindest. The saddest people smile the brightest. The most damaged people are the wisest. All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.”

- Unknown (via wanduring)

It's Over.

Mon, 13 May 2013 12:37:35 -0400

You look at this broken vase that was once so beautiful and think, will it ever be the same as before? Who’s fault was it? The pieces? It never fit the right way? The person who chose to break it? Or the people that idly stood by, who ignored the first signs of cracking and never did anything?

I think, how sad. These flowers that were held together by that one special vase will never go back to how they once were. They’ll never get the same vase ever again. It’s broken now.

Well Done, Psych Teacher. You Have Outdone Yourself.

Thu, 02 May 2013 12:10:46 -0400

“I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard muffled screams coming from behind a clump of bushes. Alarmed, I slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the unmistakable sounds of a struggle: heavy grunting, frantic scuffling and tearing of fabric. Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked.

Should I get involved? I was frightened for my own safety and cursed myself for having suddenly decided to take a new route home that night. What if I became another statistic? Shouldn’t I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?

Although it seemed an eternity, the deliberations in my head had taken only seconds, but already the cries were growing weaker. I knew I had to act fast. How could I walk away from this? No, I finally resolved, I could not turn my back on the fate of this unknown woman, even if it meant risking my own life. I am not a brave man, nor am I athletic. I don’t know where I found the moral courage and physical strength, but once I had finally resolved to help the girl, I became strangely transformed. I ran behind the bushes and pulled the assailant off the woman. Grappling, we fell to the ground, where we wrestled for a few minutes until the attacker jumped up and escaped. Panting hard, I scrambled upright and approached the girl, who was crouched behind a tree, sobbing. In the darkness, I could barely see her outline, but I could certainly sense her trembling shock. Not wanting to frighten her further, I at first spoke to her from a distance.

“It’s OK,” I said soothingly. “The man ran away. You’re safe now.”

There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in wonder, in amazement. “Dad, is that you?”

And then, from behind the tree, stepped my youngest daughter, Katherine.”

princessandhisprince: shy-n-awkward: fyeah-i-like-dat: I just...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 21:00:08 -0400

princessandhisprince:

shy-n-awkward:

fyeah-i-like-dat:

I just died.

I THOUGHT HE ATE HER

I Hate, hate, HATE My Careless Self

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 20:45:25 -0400

I have no choice but to mope around and grieve the loss of my Tap Card, my Freedom Card, my One-Less-Thing-To-Worry-About Card. Yes, I lost it. I was getting something else from my pocket with it right beside it and it must have dropped then. Ughhh

$38 a month, 1-month wait. POOF! Gone, into thin air. I hate to think that some kid must be using it at this very minute and looking at my picture, snickering and calling me a fool. Yes, he/she’s probably right. I am a careless fool. I deserve to be called a careless fool.

Maybe I should just tatoo a reminder list on my arm just to remind myself, “Check this and this. Are they with you?” This isn’t the first time this has happened, why am I still surprised?

my youngest sister got detention and a letter home because a boy said to her “girls don’t fart” so...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 17:45:34 -0400

my youngest sister got detention and a letter home because a boy said to her “girls don’t fart” so she sat on him and farted i’m actually dying

It's The Walk, The Posture, The Back of the Head

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 02:17:56 -0400

I think it’s just how well you know a person. You know, the ability to recognize them from their back, their walk, their clothes, or the way they stand! It’s endless. Somehow, you just know.

Today, I knew.

Feeling Lonely When I'm Not Even Alone

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 01:31:02 -0400

I hate it when I realize in a relationship, whether friendship, family or partner, that we’re not as close as I thought we were. As if it was just an illusion and I was the only one dreaming.

I HATE that that realization hits me too late. It hurts to think that I was the only one happy. I thought you were happy with me too. You should have said so and shattered my delusion from the start. The hurt would be less that way. I’ve wasted your time, and you’ve wasted mine.

NEVER Break The Laws of Which Bathroom to Enter

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 05:52:32 -0400

This has stayed in my head since it happened and have been replaying in my head lately. Been thinking that I should have said this, or that. And I have to get this out. Hear me out.

So. I was in Taco Bell with friends and family and I had to go to the bathroom. There was a woman waiting and so I stood next to her. The person occupying the bathroom was taking a long time, so I asked, “Is that bathroom empty?” pointing to the men’s bathroom. The woman next to me said, “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, will you watch for me if someone gets in?” “Yeah, sure,” Now it was those bathrooms that weren’t stalls, so it locks inside. After her, I went in. So I peed and there was a push to the door. “There’s someone in here,” I announced. Then, I immedietly regretted it because I forgot I was in the men’s bathroom. Anyways, whatever. I washed my hands and went outside.
There were two men standing so far from the bathroom and looking at me, almost snickering. So one of the guys went in and the other guy starts talking to me as I approached my table.
“You know, you shouldn’t go in the guy’s restroom because think about us, it would be different if we went to the girl’s bathroom.” He told me. I was thinking, how is that my problem? You could go in, as long as it wasn’t stalls, if you needed to pee or poop. I wouldn’t have minded.

I forgot what I said but I knew I wanted to tell him off. I was astounded that this man was telling me to respect the labels and pee or poop accordingly. The things inside those bathrooms are the same, and the things we needed to do in those bathrooms were the same so why should it matter? This is exactly why racism happened and how it’s still happening. People are so set to following a set of arbitrary rules that society put there that they don’t even question it anymore. People just follow and conform. Like it’s the only thing they know how to do.

What if I responded to that guy like this? “Well, why do you assume I’m a girl? Because I have long hair? I have the appearance of breasts? Because I look “like” a girl? What if I had a penis down there? By society’s rules, I’m a boy right? Which bathroom should I enter now?”
Or like this? “Oh, then I shouldn’t have entered, huh? I’m so sorry. Next time, I’ll be sure to piss myself or shit myself before entering a perfectly empty bathroom because it’s a men’s bathroom. I CAN’T GO IN THERE! I’m not a man! Only men are allowed in. There’s a bouncer at the other side of the door waiting to check if I have a penis and look like a boy before letting me pee or poop.”
Or like this: “But I am a boy! I have a penis. Wanna see the proof? I could show my penis to you! Would you be happy then? Will you be satisfied if I’m a boy and I peed in the boy’s bathroom? Will you give me candy and pat my head?”

You know it.

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 05:02:46 -0400

You know it.

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Fri, 12 Apr 2013 04:56:01 -0400

PET. PEEVE.

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 04:45:42 -0400

If I’m walking with you and I see my friend and take the time to introduce you to him, I would expect you to do the same!!!! HELLO? People, it is disrespectful and RUDE to leave your friend to the side and just have her staring at you guys talking especially when she was polite enough to not make you feel like an outcast. Even for a minute. Or a second.
I’m always mindful to not make anyone feel out of place because I know how sucky it feels. That’s why there’s such a thing called MANNERS. It’s that thing you learn in kindergarten. Seriously.

Wishing for Bluntness

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 20:16:39 -0400

Being blunt is an asset. You can say whatever you want whenever you want to whomever you want. No hesitation, just straight out. You’re honest, you express yourself and you let the other person know where you’re at. No hiding, no lying, just the truth. It’s something I always notice and never fail to admire.

Real-Life Rental Girlfriends?! Reaction

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 00:25:44 -0500

Do you have an opinion on this?

http://observer.com/2013/01/the-luxury-rental-girlfriend/

Yeah, so reading this bothered me. It’s disgusting that these people are okay with cheating and saying stuff like “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” types of excuse. Whatever happened to loyalty? Honesty? The Sacredness of Marriage? Not to mention the trust between two people? Then why marry at all? Why stay and lie to your wife if you have a different escort/call girl on every state? Why not give her her own chance on happiness?
On the other hand, I have no problem with Jack or Katelyn or Kimberly. If they want to prostitute themselves through life, then more power to them. If Jack wants to buy love or company, then who’s to stop him? If he’s happier with buying women and their companionship than working for a girl who would give all these for free, then he should go for it. After all, he doesn’t have an expiration date, he has unlimited time on his baby-makers. No girl should waste their time crying over these types of guys. They’re the idiots.

My Hair is My Penis Size

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 21:52:57 -0500

It sounds peculiar, but it’s true! For some reason, when my hair is long, I gain confidence, self-esteem and I like myself more. Everything I wear, I like. I don’t have to go through a billion clothes to find an outfit to approve of. When I go outside, I’m not as self-conscious. I look forward to meeting new people. Everything is perfect! But, when that time comes, where the split ends have taken over, and my hair is crying out for a cut, and I chop off my hair, the mysterious magic of penis cocky confidence is gone… And I’m back to being a hermit.

Today's Scary Weather: Lightning

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 11:05:18 -0500

The thunder sounds like a giant’s grumbling stomach..

Still a bit scary though :x

Cos' I Know I'm Cool Without Having to Resort to Alcohol or Drugs

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 05:47:00 -0500

There’s this girl today that I felt was competing with me for some reason? I don’t know. I was in a restaurant with some people and a friend let me taste some warm sake. I was like, “Ohhh it burns and kinda bitter.” Then she went, “Alessa, you’re weak! You’re weak!” She’s younger than me and still in high school and I knew she drank and smoked (Facebook). I never even claimed the title of being strong when it comes to alcohol. ? So, um? I felt like she was trying to prove something… When they make you look bad for the sake of making themselves look good? Yeah, she was that.

My Sleeping Habits are Turning Into Crap

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 10:00:35 -0500

Tomorrow comes too fast. Whenever I go 1 more hour, or 30 more minutes, it’s already 5 or 6 in the morning. It’s scary. Time always catches you. Someday, I’ll live without clocks in my house. That way, tomorrow will never catch me.