Words are our strongest weapon, fear will forever

I made this blog with the function of posting things about me and my life but then I decided that posting my feelings was only half the purpose, I want to just write, express myself through words! :)

Another Friday Spent Doing Nothing.

I’m getting sick of it. A startling amount of my words have gone towards my dislike of other people. I hate people, more and more each day. they always dissapoint me in the end. They always manage to find a way to make me get sick of them. I hope they have fun now, I hope a new plague comes, there are too many people. to much stupidity.

“I touch you knowing we weren’t born tomorrow,
and somehow, each of us will help the other live,
and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.”

—   Adrienne Rich (via whatokay)

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”

—   Sylvia Plath  (via blindlyseeing)


(via luminology-deactivated20120625)

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”

—   Roald Dahl (via nagging)

(via girl-tbh)

If only you understood what you mean to me.

The long hugs, the surprising kisses you sometimes give, the way you talk in that lovely little voice of yours to just me, your half smiles when you catch me staring. There’s so much that you do that catches my attention and keeps it there until I fall asleep at night. You remind me of what home really should be. Warm, inviting, infinitely caring. You have dark sides, but that’s okay, we all do, you just choose to be the sunny, loving girl that possesses my little heart. I love you.

K <3

It’s probably the way I look.

Maybe I’m just intolerable to others. The way I dress really shouldn’t be a concern, but it is. I am ridiculed by so many. Too many. “gay, homo, faggot, fruit” so many names for one person. The sad thing is I can’t even escape them when I come home. I can’t even imagine what others who are even more probable to be teased go through.

Watching Hercules in class…

The Disney version kind of forgets that he killed his wife and children…
And that his mom was trying to kill him….
And the fact that he was a product of an affair…
And that he completed his tasks through trickery and murder…

Yeah Disney, you forgot a lot.

Why can’t anyone really try…

I feel like I give my all to the ones Who are supposed, then I turn around and they just pull some shit and say things that won’t leave my mind… It hurts so damned bad sometimes that my chest tightens up and it’s hard to breathe. They show so little that they care by asking the wrong questions… I don’t want to talk about what’s wrong I want you to ask how you can make me feel better. But thanks for trying anyways.


Coming home to my empty house…

It’s so hard sometimes… Leaving your company, like I need just a few minutes more. Girl, I love you so badly. So, so badly. Coming home to my empty bed is so unsatisfying. I wish you were in it, underneath the covers with me, so warm. Holding each other. Your company is what I thirst for most.


Why can’t I just leave.

He’s home now… I better start hiding. She already did her number… Now it’s his turn. Great, I wish I could be someone else, or somewhere else. I wish someone asked me how things were going. No one really does. That’s okay though, of they did I don’t know how I would answer.