January 2012
December 2011
My lips.
I would love to wear a red lipstick and I’ve accepted that it isn’t going to happen. My lips are way too big for red. So sad.
For my pierced followers ...
What was your nipple piercing experience like? Any tips … suggestions?
My dog is dying.
He’s dying and I don’t know what I should do. Not that me doing a damn thing is going to stop him from dying but not doing anything feels like I’m giving up on him. Death is such a party pooper. So much for a kick ass NYE weekend.
I want to pierce my barely B's.
I’ve never had a reason to hate my breasts. They’re perfect for my small frame and just because I love them so much, I want to pierce them … then touch them … take pictures of them. Yes. Tomorrow, maybe.
You said you loved me.
Loving me means taking on all assumed risks. Was I not worth the sweat and tears? The headaches and inner turmoil?
Have you realized that no one else is going to...
Let's talk about sex.
Any takers?
Shit hits me at 3am when the house is quiet and my...
Good women don’t go unnoticed. Keep doing you and the right man will see you. These little boys can’t see past the tips of their dicks.
I am not burdened by blue lines and black ink.
I am not challenged, nor am I intimidated by writing. Some people hate to do it, but I could never see myself living a life that did not include me writing.
The curious vixen in me says yes to everything.
Yes for first time’s sake and yes again if I like it. Life’s too short.
Lebron is a smart man.
I’m not one to judge and I won’t. I just find it interesting how the mother of his sons/high school sweetheart doesn’t have a ring after all this time and yet other professional athletes have no qualms about dishing out diamonds. I mean she can pop out as many kids as she wants, she still doesn’t have a ring. Surely after Kobe gets cleaned out, he’s going to wait even...
Watchg-protostar:
If you need any more convincing then this, you are completely delusional. And please don’t give me that “He is just feminine” bullshit. Clearly he broke character for a second and showed his true personality versus and then snapped back to what he is paid to be on camera for the sake of his career. I bet the only reason he has yet to come out of the closet is because his career is...
New Years ...
Nothing concrete yet of course, god forbid I make a plan to do something and it actually pans out, but I know how I would like to spend my New Years 2012. I want a really comfortable pajama set and a ridiculously warm hat to mix drinks in. If not drinks, I’ll settle for some cheesecake and a caramel latte.
eazy-writer asked: I feel you. I was skeptical about the second season too and ended of loving it. So, I guess we'll see. I like the director. I think he'll do a good job.
You blindly love the things that won't ever love...
… and then have the gall to wonder why you aren’t happy.
Putting my short stories on Tumblr.
A seperate Tumblog from this one, no doubt, but still online. Ideas …
This morning.
This morning, I feel defeated. I feel bound to the bed of disappointments I made, that evidently is too uncomfortable for me to lay in. This morning, my truths are too vile to heavy in significance for my denying shoulders to carry. This morning I am lost and I am not sure if being found will do me any good.
I hate watching you sleep.
Only because I forget why I need to run away from you. I forget why we, you and me … together won’t work or why we aren’t a good idea. I forget the pain and subsequent tears. I don’t like watching you sleep. I see your hair and how it’s crazy and big - like you. I see you calmly, naked like Superman without his cape and still just as powerful. I hate watching you...
Passed my damn classes.
I can sleep good tonight.
This ditch that I'm in ...
This ditch that I’m in, I dug it and now that I’ve fallen so far in it, I feel like I can’t see anything. I don’t know what I want anymore. I don’t know what to do about school or about anything else.
One final and four more days ...
Until the greatest weekend ever. I’m sitting here, trying to review as much as possible until 5. Am I having luck? A little. I hope its enough to get a B on the final and pass the course.
I tried.
I caught myself trying to remember when I was the main thought on someone’s mind. A worry that needed to be appeased. A time when I was someone’s insatiable need, only slightly curbed by a touch. Then I remember I was no such thing.
I don't know how a panic attack feels ...
But the shit I’m going through has to be pretty fucking close. This has got to be my hardest damn semester EVER. I need it to be Sunday already. Just pray for me. Pray that these Monsters keep me awake long enough to study even though my heart can’t handle energy drinks. Pray that I pass, if even barely by the edge of my teeth, all my finals and classes. I would appreciate it.
11 days.
Until finals are over and until I turn 20. I am going to drink this semester away, one shot at a time.
It's all fun and games until only one person...
All good and dandy , then in rolls in the heartbreak.
True Life: I'm applying to college ... again.
I’m trying to become a part of the Gator Nation. I tried three years ago in November 2008 (senior year) and was rejected. I’m trying again only because I am totally in love with the school. Its not over until it’s over. Next up, UCF and USF. Pray for me!
freshinkverdelho:
Mateus Verdelho e Dani Bolina gif @ Catwalk
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