I Like It When We Talk About Love.

I don't really blog anymore because I discovered tumblr which is better than any other website I've ever been on times infinity. So I'm pretty much only going to use this blog to save quotes and maybe some pictures every now and then. 

"The perfect man and the perfect woman will never be together. She won’t say yes the first time and he won’t ask twice."



May your organs fail you before your dreams do.


Write a letter each time.

Day 1 — Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror


That's What The Night Is For.

Somehow, today was actually brilliant.
And for no particular reason,
I get to go to bed happy for
the first time in a week.

Everything Hurts And Nothing Is Beautiful.

This is it.
The end to my means.
This is what I want my life to be.
It's what I dream about at night.
My first thought when I wake up,
before my eyes are even open.
I'll get there.
And I'll take any any route.

I'm Young And I'm Easily Bored.

I hate Sundays. Good ones are few and far between.
For some reason I really wanted to talk to my mum today.
But I didn't call because I realized talking to her could not be as satisfying as I hoped it would be.
And by the time I had realized I haven't spoken to anybody for two days,
it was too late to call there.

But I've been miserable for days. This doesn't change a thing.
I still hate everything.
I still hate everyone.
My dvd player doesn't plug into this television.
It was hot out today, but there were clouds so I didn't go outside.
I have to wake up in five hours to go to a school that I'm not even certain I want to keep going to.

I'm not scared of much. All those things normal people are scared of
like the dark, snakes, spiders, needles, flying, heights, public speaking, 
dying and dying alone are all parts of life I have somehow come to terms with.
But there are these certain phobias that stick.
 I call them phobias because they are fears that are irrational and debilitating.
I won't say what they are because it just so happens I'm terrified of people knowing my secrets.
There's one. You get the picture.

I'm becoming apathetic. I care about nothing.
 It's horrible and this is no way to live. It's not even a way to die,
that's how miserable it is. Something has to stop. I need a change.
I don't really know what's happening and that's the worst part of it all.


The Water Comes Down On My Eyelids Like Hot Rain.

Throw me onto a pile of knives.


Couple Things

Blogging is boring. But I need to update so I can look back at this later.
Plus, I have to save these somewhere, my hard drive looks like it's been struck by a picture tornado.

Right Inside Forearm:

Left Inside Forearm:

Additions to my tattoo plans.
Someday when time and money are on my side.