February 2011
185 posts
“I could have sex with anyone. But you’re the only one I can make love to. And...”
– Me
I thought I actually had my shit fucked up all types of ways. I thought I was mixing up sex with love. Like they were the same thing. But no. I’m smarter than that. And I know the difference. So what was the problem? Why was I the one messed up in the head?
The simple answer is this. I wasn’t properly informed. Now that I am and I know what is going on, I can move on.
I want sex in kitchen, but it can’t be by the stove (not enough room over there). You can put me on the counter, but there ain’t no buttered rolls. Shouldn’t matter anyway, what was you gonna do, rub me down with a greasy piece of bread? Fuck that. Hands on the table, on my tippy toes? Done. Of course we’ll be making love like the restaurant was closed. This ain’t a...
Just the thought of you can drive me wild. Ohh,...
jailene:
You grabbed my arm and draped it across your torso. Signifying that you wanted me to hold you. That was all I ever wanted from you. I just wanted you to show me that I was the one you longed for.
The past month has put my mind in so many battles with my heart. I don’t even remember how many times I cried. Way too much confusion. And it was mainly my fault, because I chose not to try to talk about it. I waited for my thoughts to damn near eat me alive before I decided it was a good idea to speak. I don’t always have control over the things that happen to me but I can always...
Are my emotions on steroids?
I’m starting to think so. My lows are incredibly low and my highs match them in intensity. What is going on? I can’t even fully explain it.
January 2011
78 posts
“You don’t need to use your power on me, I’m already there.”
– Curtis (Misfits) (via wingsofthelighthawk)
Birthday Highlights
-having a pleasant conversation with my dad
-being with my baby
-being with my friends
-being intoxicated
-cards & gifts
I haven’t been in the mood to post a lot of deep, philosophical, emotional things lately. I’ve put my feelings on hold so that I can function. This is only temporary. Soon I will be back to my over analytical self. Ah, my birthday is a few minutes away. Lucky me. Lol.
I cannot focus. I simply cannot. Not right now.
finished both seasons of "misfits." bring on the...
Yay!!!!!! She liked the gift!!!!!!
Torment
Tortured souls make the most complex art. Or so I’ve heard.
Spaghetti for a little friend.
breathemarijuana:
This is possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. He’s smiling.
this. so cute.
I hope I get to see her soon.
I miss her so much.
I am now addicted to misfits. AWESOME!!!
gojeaux:
“Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for perfection is demoralizing.”
-Harriet Braiker
I guess that was the wake up call I needed. Time to let go of the fantasies. I’ve got to change or I’ll lose my sanity. Ignorance can no longer be my bliss. I’m fading now but when I return I’ll be more vibrant than before.
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love...”
– Bob Marley. (via andeethegreat)
Every thing is starting to become a distraction. I can’t think clearly. I’m going away for a while. I need some peace. I need to figure things out.
That awful feeling when you love talking to...
atfierce:
bravenewpaul:
bananasana:
jaestatic:
… but you really love talking to them efiogadsufhgkhksf
Relates so well.
ME ALWAYS.
I’m glad I’m not alone.
I feel like that allll the time. I hate it.
Ophiuchus sounds like someone whose been on Maury...
luvvdivine:
“Ophiuchus, in the case of Shamalaha The III, you are *pause* NOT THE FATHER!” *Ophiuchus does cartwheels and hollers* “I TOLD YALL!!!”
Tell me I’m wrong!
I am accepting things the way they are. Things have changed and I need to change with them. I know that now.
I'm Trying
I want to let go of the past. All the pain and suffering I endured. I want to be free from it all. But for some reason I continue to hold on. I want to say c’est la vie and walk way from it all, but I can’t. Right at this moment I’m still looking for reasons to disagree, reasons to fight. I don’t want to follow you because you’re wrong. My pride won’t let me...
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ellainstilettos:
“All fags go to heaven.”
She left Sunday night. She handed me this hoodie and gave me a hug before she did. It still smells like her. And now I just want to curl up in bed with it on and fall asleep with her essence surrounding me. Her spirit’s always here but it’s nice to have something more tangible to hold on to. Although the bear has helped too.
There was a time in high school when I decided to psychoanalyze myself. I thought I had figured all of my problems out. Little did I know that I had only cracked the surface.