March 2012
64 posts
step one: take out homework
step two: reward self with two hours of internet for getting that far
February 2012
405 posts
I’m tired of empty conversations. And empty cars. And empty hugs and smiles.
I just miss my best friend.
The last thing you want when something is wrong is for someone to ask you whats wrong.
Six types of Love
Eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs...
I could use a friend to say they love me But I’m gonna make a sound you can’t forget And afterwards I swore that I would haunt you Now I’m way to tired to give a shit
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via vvolare)
In class: I actually get this!
Homework: What the fuck
Quiz: What the fuck
Test: What the fuck
mom: are you dating that boy you hugged him
mom: are you dating that boy you were talking to him
mom: are you dating that boy he looked at you
mom: are you dating that boy he was breathing your air
