March 2012
“Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs.
I wonder how they feel tonight.” —Stephen Chbosky (via thechocolatebrigade)
I wonder how they feel tonight.” —Stephen Chbosky (via thechocolatebrigade)
“I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.”
—Bob Dylan (via thechocolatebrigade)
I'm trying to be honest about what I feel.: Dear all Bisexuals, Pansexuals, Asexuals, or basically anybody who is not strictly Heterosexual or strictly Homosexual. →
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According to my psychology professor, we do not exist.
According to her, we are wrong for existing.
My professor flat out said this morning that she does not “believe” in bisexuals. She proceeded to say that the only valid and real orientations are…
February 2012
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- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 5 hours of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 4 hours of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 and a half hours of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 hours of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 and a half hours of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2.25 hours of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 hours of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and 45 minutes of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and a half of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour of sleep
- me: okay if i go to bed now i can just not wake up and sleep all day
- Me: *trips*
- Person: Haha wow you're so stupid hahaha
- Me: ...haha yeah
- Me two days later: YEAH WELL I MAY HAVE TRIPPED BUT YOUR MOTHER IS A PILL ADDICTED WHORE AND YOU'RE ON A FAST TRACK TO BEING A FAILURE JUST LIKE HER I HAVE A FUTURE TO LOOK FORWARD TO AND WILL AMOUNT TO FAR MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER DREAM OF
Still Searching
Senses Fail
Still Searching - Senses Fail
such a rad fucking band.
do you ever get that feeling when you’re laying in bed and listening to music and then all of a sudden you just want to get up and do something you just want to jump out your window and run and keep running until you find what you’re searching for
Did You Smile Today? (:: If you want to cut, remember this person right here loves you.If you... →
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If you want to cut, remember this person right here loves you.
If you feel like you cannot keep the meal in your stomach, remember this person right here loves you.
If you are depressed and you feel hopeless, remember this person right here loves you.
If you feel just hopeless, remember this…
“My whole life has fallen through the divide between theory and practice. I never quite live up to what I’m supposed to be. I’m one of those women whom people call a dynamo, a powerhouse, that kind of thing. I practically raised myself; I’ve been working since I was in high school, supporting myself since college; I’m tough, I’m scrappy, I’ve got my own money; I don’t need nothing or no one. So whenever I get involved with some guy, he’s shocked to find out that I’m so human. I have such needs, a welter of needs-I’m like everyone else, only more so. I’ve been waiting for a break from holding it all together for so long that sometimes I just fall apart. And I always fall in love with these men who seem so sweet and angelic, gentle guys with softness and love. And then I’m shocked to find out that they, too, are human. They can be harsh, they can be mean, and sometimes I see them start to hate me for being such a sad girl, after all. We’re all hurt and disgusted by the bait-and-switch, like I never asked for this, where did that other person go? And heres what it comes down to: Most people would expect that my financial, artistic, and intellectual independence would be matched with an equal degree of emotional independence. But that’s not how it is at all. All my good, solid ideals, all my feminist principles, all my hardy beliefs-and in the end, I just go to mush.”
—Elizabeth Wurtzel (via thechocolatebrigade)
