facebook: 12 years olds bragging about having sex
tumblr: 18 years olds bragging about a guy making eye contact with them
I don’t want to think…. i want pain… i want a piercing or a tattoo…but i want no need pain
woes of sorrow
The last couple days have been hell to my nervous system, my heart, and my sleep. You say one thing but act another, You say you care but ignore my cry for help. You say you miss me but I’m the only one who wants to be with you. My heart is broken and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know what to do. I want to cry, I want to say something, but then again I can’t....
So I figured out that I’m gender queer….took me just as long to figure that out than the fact I like women… now I just need to find a way to tell my parents. anyone have suggestions
Today I went to Subway.
letsfeelthathing: There were these 12 year old boys hanging around. As I got my food and left they were all checking me out like little prepubescent lemurs and one of them said “Can I get your number?” And I turned around and said “Why, you need a babysitter?”
I Once Dated A Writer and
ofheightsandhollows: Writers are forgetful, but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what you’ve just said. They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash, but they don’t forget how to make you laugh. ...
My heart it lies on the floor, waiting and wanting something more. I don’t know, don’t care it’s just to much to bare. so I look upon the stars, wishing I could go so far. But i stay here with my heart, forever in the dark