Tumblin’ Again.
well i thought i would be. but when i started writing i spilled out too many secrets. so i decided to hide them in my computer and not on a public forum.
well i thought i would be. but when i started writing i spilled out too many secrets. so i decided to hide them in my computer and not on a public forum.
see, history teachers should jump on this method of teaching the soon-to-be-drop-out kids about WWII
they would learn and absorb so much.
Always laughed at that fail move of invading Russia though.
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i’ve always been the type of girl who’s been down to prove to whatever guy i’m interested in that he’s worth the risk of putting myself out there. that he’s worth any risk. and i’ve always done so so blindly and willingly, without any regard to consequences, and i’ve faced many consequences due to this.
why is it that i can’t get a guy to take a chance on me, and prove i’m worth the risk of the unknown. why can’t a guy make me feel like he’s willing to be vulnerable and put himself out there not knowing what might come of it.
ugh. done ranting.
i’m not sure what i’m doing.
playing with fire with married man.
hanging with another guy who i’m not even sure if he likes me or is just lonely.
completely blowing off a guy who was clearly into me and might even be a good guy for me.
reminiscing and wishfully thinking about the ginger.
and about to wallow right back into the hole i thought i was coming out of.
masochistic in more ways than i realized.
I love this song, and I think parts of it apply to my situation now.
K: Yeah. About that. You’re my secret.
A: I like that.
K: My secret has always been a thing.
K: You’re a person. You…
K: You’re better than an idea.
heycopilot asked: Where have you been? You still on facebook?
Yeah I’m still on facebook :)
*they’re in no order, unless you count mind as having some order… it doesn’t i promise*
i like him cause he never tried to impress me with words, or with wit, he’s not charming in a conventional way, he’s never obviously insecure or uncomfortable, he knows himself without knowing where he’s going or what he’s doing, he pulls on my heartstrings with his random knowledge and silly nonsense, his goofy smile and the way he would hold me and i felt like maybe i was just finding home for the first time.
i know i’ll never let him go, but i’m feeling like holding on at the present moment is pointless, i know he’s not mine and home is overrated anyway.
and with this i’ve concluded we can be friends.
i just want to forget you.
i dwelled a bit. i gave up on dwelling. i forget. you reappear. you think we’ll be friends? i just can’t, i don’t need anymore friends. now i’m dwelling.
let’s hope this doesn’t last long.
everytime i see one i think of caydence smiling (she loves lions so much).
i love a nice mustache and all but my goodness people. give it a rest already. mustaches have been around since god knows when. can this stupid trend just be over already so i can stop seeing little girls walking around with mustaches drawn on to their fingers or grown men who can grow their own damn mustaches walking around with fake ones or having shirts and coffee mugs with these caterpillars drawn on them!
(Source: iluvswagyo, via anandaslosingit)