January 2012
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And the statuses keep rolling in ..
I just had to be an easily jealous person, huh?
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I want it so bad, but stepping out of my comfort zone is something I’m not capable of right now.
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What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
karenfelloutofbedagain:
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might...
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I always feel like I’m letting you down.
You love squeezing yourself between conversations and conflicts that doesn’t concern you. Every sentence you speak always has some kind of threat attached to it (let’s face it, you don’t have the guts to carry out anything you say), and you’re always making a mountain out of a molehill. It frustrates me that you’re trying to act like someone you’ll never be.
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The beauty of things must be that they end.
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa
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My routine as of lately:
Sleep in school
Go home, eat, and browse the internet
Nap sometime between 4-6PM
Wake up at 8PM and do homework until midnight or so
Fall asleep at 1-3PM
Wake up at 7AM
And repeat~
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I hate Facebook's picture quality.
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This was one of the sweetest gestures I have ever...
I was talking to my friend during class, and he noticed that I was softly sniffling. When I went back to doing my work, he went and got me tissues when I didn’t even ask him to .. did I mention that it was the super soft kind?
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I had the nerdiest dream ever!
This girl had stolen two of my binders and she claimed it as her own and I was crying and stuff because a test was coming up and I needed my notes.
I can’t even.
– An odd number
We know the old adage about judging books by their covers, but how could you not...
– Vogue
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Operator: 911, please hold.
Me: wait, stop murdering me for a sec; we're on hold.
Murderer: k