I will have this as a sleeve one day. promise.
as I’m going through old posts of mine, I came across the one about tony paying for my application fee for western. yea, that never happened..
like don’t tell me “oh you won’t do this or that blah blah blah” when you don’t live up to anything you say either.
“I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it.
This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.”
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| — | Ivan. E. Coyote (via technikully) |
being in a relationship has made me realize..
I’m a hell of a lot more fucked up than I thought I was.
and mean.
random thoughts
-I don’t think anyone will/could ever love me more than melissa does
-I think the pleasure I get from smoking anything, whether it be cigarettes/weed/black&milds, comes from just blowing the smoke out
-I wish I pooped more
-I love being called “baby doll”. I think it’s because dad used to call me that when I was a kid
-I’m really nervous about losing weight, because I mean obviously I’ll lose it in my boobs as well, and they’ll probably look super weird and ugly if they’re any smaller. weh!
-I sometimes wonder if tony is so “in love” with me because he lost his virginity to me.
-all of these (with the exception of this one) have started with “I”. guess that’s why it’s MY blog
hmmm I took one of dads bedtime pills because I’ve felt like le shit all day, and all I really wanna do is sleep. meow! sayonara tumblaaa
