January 2010
35 posts
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got...”
– — Paul Varjak, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
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I miss my life a year ago.
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last one. →
nothing like a little tegan and sara →
omg tumblr it's friday night and we're all here
theindiehippie:
perenelle:
knockturn:
how sad is everything.
what, is it normal for people to go out on friday nights, or something??
having a life? what does that even mean?
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the video options were just awful. don’t watch it or it ruins it.
who else is sick of the he said she said?
it kills me, literally tears me up inside, to be quoting ashley tisdale.
but what happened to honesty? hmm? where did it go.
and this goes out to you, olivia. →
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respect is earned, not forced. you can gain mine by being an admirable person; by guiding me as it is your sole purpose. you say that you love me but that’s a faulty claim. love is not defeating someone until they are broken. i’ve never had this much hate for one person. you want respect from me? then earn it.
Change is all around us. In relationships and in people. Though change is inevitable, I can’t say I’ve accepted this. Too many things are happening and everything just needs to s l o w d o w n.
14458.) i'm at the point of frustration and...
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for those of you on the edge of your seats..
^Twas sarcasm if that was left undetected..
I had a lovely evening. Hung out with a couple of toddlers, a couple of teenagers and some parents. Oh and briefly with some grandparents, so all age groups are represented.
To get straight to the point: I’ve worried about this kid for so long, but seeing him with his younger siblings gives me hope for his future, corny as that may sound. I...
friday nights are looking pretty lonely
Mentally preparing for this weekend I made a mental list of who I was going to hang out with. Result: 0. Are you ready? Friend 1: swim meet. Friend 2: boyfriend. Friend 3: senior accquaintance. Friend 4: Thing with boy. Friend 5: grounded. Friend 6: track meet. Etc. I reached 12 before stopping the madness and realizing I either need to find some lesbian, unathletic friends, or my dog and I are...
from a while back, have you heard it →
thank you, voice of reason.
letuslove:
We pass by strangers in grocery stores, on the street, everywhere. Other than their physical appearance, we know nothing about them. We have to see our peers in the same way we see these strangers. This world can be a very judgmental place. We hear things and assume they are true and the gossip starts from there. We don’t take the time to consider one another’s feelings. Do not...
help
what would you do if someone you knew was changing immensely and you feared you were slowly fading out of the picture? if you knew that them two months ago would hate the person they are becoming now? if they didn’t take criticism well, would you confront them anyway?
is it worth it to risk a friendship to help them in the end?
insomnia to an extent
Well it’s late and I should be sleeping but instead I’m adorning the walls of my room with images from an amazing photographer who has fortuitously posted her works on the world wide web. Thank heavens or my walls would still be bare, from when I painted them over a year ago. Time flys..
I also updated all of the photographs of me and others from eighth and early ninth grade to...
a bit late, i know.
nine days into 2010. i feel compelled to discuss my new year status, and considering i had not revamped my tumblr until yesterday, i don’t feel that lame for doing this more than a week later..
so much has to happen for me to feel sufficiently happy though, in these 365 days. so much i haven’t yet done and even though i’m only fifteen, i only have a couple more years until my...
pilot.
Well, hey, I’m Emily. I am currently a sophomore student, an extreme perfectionist, i love my singing even though no one else seems to. i used to love school. now i hate it. The workload is slowly killing me. A silent, knowledge-induced death. That’s a new one. I stopped blogging over the summer but now that the school year has begun, and I’ve been sucked in again. Except that now i’m...