Super upset, getting rid of tumblr
Tumblr doesn’t do anything good for me. All it does is upset me. However I do not have a computer at the moment. So all i can do is delete the app from my phone. But not before i say one last thing. I had plans for us. I was going to wait untill the christmas before you graduated. I was going to suggest we go to your parents house for the holidays. I was going to go there with a ring and...
“It isn’t untill our support systems fail us that we realize how much we need them.” It always amazes me how quotes from a fictional character can so easily relate to my life.
Not one day passes when i dont think about you Peter. I always thought you had such an immense puprose in life. Everyday I look for you. I look for a blue jay, or something to do with a roller coaster, or some amazing baratone, or a great piano player. But I cant find them. I cant find that sign I look for. I have stopped replaying your death in my mind. I no longer try to figure out if it was a...
Fuck it, I can’t throw a dart straight, but I’m good with my hands. And I can’t...– Bullet in a Gun by Coyote Grace
I just did my shot maybe 45 minuates ago, everything was normal, but rught after (within seconds of pulling out the needle) it started to burn like hell. This has never happened to me. Someone please tell me if I should start being concerned.
Sorry about the Winnie the Pooh, it’s just… he makes me happy.
It’s been said and I do believe As you ask so shall you receive So take from me...– Hallelujah
My Life, My Problems: Phantom Penises →
tara-wonder: So, I saw something run across my dash about Phantom Penises. It was kinda like “lol that’s my porn name.” I thought: “That gives me an idea!” Several years ago a study was conducted regarding whether or not individuals whose penis had been removed for one reason or another…
I am so hard on myself, never in a 100 years would I ever be this hard on...– Coyote Grace
cisbender: when an artist wants to show you their art or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written it’s quite often an expression of trust because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart little pieces of the artists themselves and if they’re willing to share it with you you should appreciate it
I love Adele. I do. But not because of her music. I do enjoy her music but I love her because of who she is. I love that she dosnt want to be “a skinny minnie with my tits out”. I love that she dosnt dance. I love that she dosnt do any crazy gimmicks. Its all about her and the raw musical talent she has. I adore her as a person, and because the fame hasnt changed her.
I dont know what to do with myself right now. I honestly dont know what is true and what if anything is false. I am terrified. I want to know whats going on, but the truth is so scary. To know that i could be that flawed is such a scary thought. To know i could be that destructive is scary. This isnt want i wanted, none of this is what i wanted. How did i do this.
My friend Laura is coming over to hang out for the day. I havnt hung out with her for like 3 years. I am pumped. Also tomorrow is Hempfest in Boston, I cant wait. There is nothing like some good beer, good bud, and good friends.
Good Parenting: Exhibit 1 (overheard at work...
6-year old: Mommy, why is that man dressed like a lady?
Mother: That is a lady. She was just born with the wrong body.
6-year old: How did that happen?
Mother: Nobody really knows. But she's working to fix it, and that's what's important.
6-year old: Okay! *runs up to obviously self-conscious woman*
6-year old: Hey! Miss!
6-year old: You look really pretty in your skirt!
Lady: Thank you!
*Kid skips back to her mom, and literally everyone in the vicinity smiles*
hyperbolequeen: you know what the stupidest award is perfect attendance why should you be rewarded for having a superior immune system and never catching a virus okay it’s not exactly my fault that I’m not perfect and I gotta work it where is my award for not murdering anyone all four years of high school since we’re giving out pointless awards here
Mom was in a car accident this morning. No one will tell me anything other than it was a hit and run, and looked pretty bad. Dad is at the hospital with her, and I’m at work answering every ones questions and decoding dads hands writing. I can’t decide if I should just start walking to the hospital.
He still asks about my ex evverytime i see him. It breaks my heart. But his face always lights up when he starts a conversation about him, and i will not take that light away from him. I cant.
On this day, I can’t help but reflect on the unbridled use of violence so common...– John Satsio - my spiritual role model