Last Seen Blogs
irvineflorist
Untitled
the-hoodless-oriole
{ Jᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ. }
irrisgirl
irris
nevermind-i-dont-wanna-know
Welcome To My Humble Abode
immigrationconsultantsncr
Immigration Avenue
Text
Heart ripped out, starting at 8:20am.
Got to look at STI images.
Stabbed me again over break.
Waited for you during lunch.
Stepped all over me after school after I walked with you in the rain. You even asked me, "Are you going to be dumb again?"
Gave back something that I thought was so fucking special and you acted like it was nothing. "Are you sure?" Really? I treasure that fucking thing and you're asking me if I'm sure?
Went home with my head down, sitting in the car.
Found my chips missing. Turns out my brother ate 'em all. Not even a sorry. Just a cheeky little ass face smile.
Fell into my bed and cried myself to sleep.
On the bright side, my bus pass let you skip the walk back to school.
Cannot believe I let any of my feelings stop me from doing anything while I was away.
Fuck my life.
0 notes
Text
Life is a question, and there are no wrong answers.
Don't be afraid to be wrong. You won't be.
1 note
·
View note
Text
Quit teasing me, making me think that I have a chance. Its the worst form of torture. Build me up just so I can come crashing down again. Best part is, I can't show it. If I show it, there won't be any building up anymore, and to be honest, I like the building up part.
0 notes
Text
With every pain and depression, there's an opportunity to grow and opportunity to fall. I realized that recently. Now I'm just waiting to grow enough to shake off the side effects.
Cupid is cruel. Maybe he just thought that he'd be a funny guy and shoot me with a shotgun instead of a bow and arrow. Jerk.
0 notes
Text
I don't understand. I really just don't.
Hate me,
love me,
tell me off,
soothe me.
I don't care, just make a decision and stick with it.
0 notes
Text
Something about waking up and having plans makes you feel needed...
Hm... Funny.
0 notes
Text
Work, work, work
Pre-school, not so much.
Elementary, a little more.
High school, starting to pile up.
Anything beyond that is beyond me.
I envy people who are able to work so hard.
They work every day, every night, telling themselves that it'll clear up some time for them tomorrow. I'll have time tomorrow, they say. This way, I won't have to worry about it tomorrow, they say. I envy that they can keep their minds on track for so long, that they can make that tomorrow look so damn good that they'd throw away today for it. I envy that they can achieve so much more than anyone else because they work hard at what they do. Homework, jobs, volunteering. They balance these just enough so that they can sleep on time. It's like clockwork. It's amazing to watch. They're like robots, everything has to be done to this exact, precise amount of detail. Nothing can be done tomorrow because tomorrow is going to be a relaxing day. Tomorrow is always better than today.
I pity them for that.
Tomorrow. The mere saying of that is the closest to tomorrow they'll reach. Stuck in work, always working for the tomorrow that won't ever come because tomorrow will become today. It hurts my head to even try to comprehend how working for this tomorrow will help you achieve that tomorrow if you keep moving it to the next day. They can't enjoy the day because of tomorrow. They won't come out and play because that's what they're going to do tomorrow. Tomorrow won't come unless you let it. I wish they'd see that. I wish they'd see that if they don't put a little time aside for themselves today, not tomorrow, then you won't be able to work anymore. There won't be any tomorrow.
Working hard is important, that's how people move. But you have to think about yourself every now and then. Take a moment, breathe in your surroundings and make sure you're happy enough to move on. If you put it off until tomorrow, then you're just as lazy as anyone who says "I'll do it tomorrow." It's just another excuse.
Don't use the future to escape your present.
0 notes
Text
To be honest...
I don't understand why people would want a "to be honest" thing on Facebook, or at all. Why would anyone want to tear down the requirement that society has put up? You know, the one that keeps people from screaming at each other. Honesty would mean that instead of telling you, "You look nice today," I'd be telling you, "Wow, I have no idea why you're asking me. Do I look like I care?" Or it could mean that instead of saying I'm fine, I tell you about all the crap I've been going through for the past however long it's been. Honesty would mean that I tell you how much I hate you, how much I love you and how much I just don't care about you. It's not meant to be shown to your friends. It shouldn't be a badge of victory where you hang it on your "wall" to let onlookers see. All they'll see is another lie that you've labeled as "honesty". No one will give you anything but positives in public.
Honesty is a secret. That's why it's so hard to come by.
1 note
·
View note
Photo
#chillin #reading #book #paradise #sea #cancun #sunny #day #relax ☀🌊
6 notes
·
View notes