I’m glad I have a tumblr so I can vent about the stupid people who go to my school and all they talk about is homecoming. Don’t you have anything better to fucking tweet about? I was starting to really like twitter and now it’s getting really fucking annoying.
I also like tumblr because my thoughts don’t fit in 140 fucking characters. That is like a goddamn sentence. I guess it makes sense with all the people I see on there. Plus hashtags take up half of those characters and I still don’t understand the point of them- I do them mainly because I’m making fun of myself, but #whatever.
Also, I can fucking cuss all the fuck I motherfucking want. I hate how I have two fucking teachers following me on twitter. (Have I mentioned that fuck is one of my favorite words?)
“I spent a lot of time being miserable. It’s like misery’s an old friend. And it tricks you sometimes into thinking that it’s just always gonna be there, and that you can’t be happy. But you can. You can walk away from the pain. And I think being in love’s the best way to do it.”—One Tree Hill (via roscoe-)
“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide. ”
I feel like this feeling inside me is eating me up. It’s consuming everything I had and I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t have anyone. I don’t want to do anything anymore. Sometimes I daydream about running away and finding a new place with new faces. I used to dream about running away with you. But now I just imagine myself on the road going far, far away from everything and everyone here to find salvation in a place unfamiliar. I lay in bed and think about this for hours. It eats up my time, my sleep, my thoughts. But I think I know that everything would be the same. I would still be the same.
“But it’s ironic because that’s how I live my life. I smile on the outside, and everyone thinks I’m doing fine but I’m always dying inside, always one step away from the edge you know? I can’t be happy to be who I am because I don’t know who I am anymore.”—Unknown (via blackpott)