seriously i wanna DO something, i don’t wanna spend the rest of my summer inside of my house, doing absolutely nothing. i feel like i’m in prison, like i have nothing to do here, only like blog which is getting boring tbh and i just want to go OUTSIDE. like ugh, i wanna go swimming, i wanna go to the zoo yes i want to go to the fucking zoo because the zoo makes me happy okay, and i wanna go to the beach, and meet new people and go to town and stand there with a “Free hugs” sign, but unfortunatly i have no fucking one to do it with. because i have no friends.

[oneshot] and take my waking slow

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title: and take my waking slow
pairing: brad colbert/ray person
rating: nc17
genre: slice-of-life, romance
warnings: swearing, homophobic/ableist/sexist language, sexual themes
notes: sequel to the kids are all right and we are all going forward. set after brad’s last two tours in iraq. 5,447 words. also on ao3.

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My feelings tonight are brought to you by the following songs:

  • Warrior- Demi Lovato
  • Skyscraper- Demi Lovato
  • Believe In Me- Demi Lovato

getting overemotional in anime because the cat starts crying

I guess I should change something about myself since all of my friends act like I’m such a bother all the time. Literally none of them ever want to hangout, I always have to make the plans and if we do hangout it’s always with someone else. I, for some reason can never hangout with my friends by myself. I don’t really understand.

I really miss telling someone good morning and goodnight. I also miss telling someone how much they mean to me.
Hard life of losing every single friend until you have 0 and having no boyfriend.

Yesterday at a party, some guy tried  to seduce me with his dance moves. Then he proceeded to mouth the words to the song playing which was Usher’s “Bad Girl”.

lmao, my life is betta dan jurs.

It’s looking like one of those “wear a sheep sweater and listen to ani difranco” kind of days

it’s 1:30am and i’m sitting in my living room blogging in my underwear and thinking about how i hate everything :)

There’s this really attractive, possibly queer girl in my class. I kept sneaking side glances, and then when we got up to sign our names on the role, she looked at me. OH MAN. Feels like middle school all over again— getting excited over a glance. I regret nothing about this excitement though. Gives me a reason to look cute for class now!

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