February 2010
29 posts
January 2010
23 posts
cesya:daieny:digitalbath:contraaannie:
A - Age: 18
B - Bed size: Water bed
C - Chore you hate: Cleaning. D - Don’t eat: Meat E - Essential start your day item: Shower (It counts!) F - Favourite board game: Apples to Apples G - Gold or Silver: SIlver H - Height: 5’ 4”
I - Instruments you play(ed): Bass J - Job title: Buser K - Kid(s): Nooo. L - Living arrangements:...
This online Math Class
Is going to end me.
txtsfrmlstnght:
(208): U sang “shots, shots, shots” then walked 2 ur top drawer and threw socks everywhere singin “SOCKS, SOCKS, SOCKS!”
OMG I DID THAT TODAY SORT OF. I sang the socks part while putting on my shoes.
A giant fissure had appeared between me and God. Granted, there was always something keeping him skewed and distant from me. A friend, a habit, a hobby, a decision. But I used to be able to make out his silhouette, but now I can’t see him at all. All I can feel is the weight of the days when I felt his presence in my life. When I knew he was walking beside me, when he was there to talk to.
...
Why do we always have to be looking for something? Are you looking for a boyfriend? No. Are you looking for a friend? No. Are you just looking for some fun? No, I’m not. I’m not looking for anything. I am not looking for a boyfriend, a new friend to bond with an old friend to fall in love with, or a complete stranger to fuck.
I’m not soul-searching, thrill-seeking,...
14254.) I'm about to cry. I'm so stupid.
(via blogsecret)
14253.) I just want to be around him.
(via blogsecret)
Purple hickey on the front of my neck.
Work tomorrow.
Strick rules about wearing our hair up.
All of my coworkers are guys
My clients are all old people.
Shitshitshitshitshitshit.
Brandonodon
cesya:
sammity:
Has sinked his teeth into another patch of my flesh. Soon, the bacteria and black magic in his saliva will render me motionless for him to find. So far it only stings, but every chunk of flesh gone means less time I have to hide, and more of me he takes.
Brandon Whip. You son of a bitch.
>:/
Can I just meet this guy and punch his face.
Like, “Hi, my name is Cesya.” And...
Brandonodon
Has sinked his teeth into another patch of my flesh. Soon, the bacteria and black magic in his saliva will render me motionless for him to find. So far it only stings, but every chunk of flesh gone means less time I have to hide, and more of me he takes.
Brandon Whip. You son of a bitch.
Life is pretty rad. I’ve got my girls, I’ve got my job, I’ve got my music, I’ve got my boys, I’ve got my family, and I’ve got my God. I love it all.
