December 2009
Nostalgia is the Failure of True Emotion
hello-leah:
legitimate:
gsaporta:
holy shit. this is fucking long.
sorry guys. hope you enjoy. good night.
xo
gabe
Ok, here we go.
I’m a bit scared to tell this story because it’s actually pretty fucked, and I’m afraid many of you won’t understand and will think that I’m a TOTAL asshole. But I’ll tell it anyway.
So the Sing it Loud dudes shared a bus with us in the UK and we all got to...
Facebook just made me want to punch it in the Face
It just suggested me friend my ex-best friend who hasn’t talked to me in a year and I never understood why.
I’m honestly still upset over it.
:(
This Is, Quite Possibly, the Most Hideous Shoe I...
mishmashmena:
The bottom of it reminds me of a cog.
Reblog if...
hello-leah:
kerrot19:
You are scared the career or degree you want to go to college for will not support you finacially, or if you’re scared that you will not like it, but HAVE to stay in it cause you can’t afford to change degrees. I know it’s random, but it scares me REALLY bad.
Fancy Fast Food (a food humor blog) →
I officially love this website. so creative!
Is
Love is
one long, ackward situation.
You want to get away
but part of you is kept back,
hoping for some change
or a happy ending.
Heartbreak is
painful to look at,
but hard to take your eyes off of.
Like a man tumbling from a building,
you can’t miss the end
just to know what you’re seeing
is real.
Love is
rare
but sometimes disbelieved.
Like a ghost,
it haunts the...
Drables #1
This sill be the little resting place for all those undeveloped thought and ideas that stay simple doodles, lines of words, and mental images. This is to be a release of the things that often are forgotten.
Words from my head: The Arcade Fire in my chest burned my breathe away.
Visions from my mind: I see a man watching film that looks circa 1960s, of his love, who always breaks his heart, time...
Here's my problem
mishmashmena:
freehugsforallxd:
See, I like the whole tumblr thing.
I don’t think anyone cares about what I have to say so what’s the point in posting anything?
I care about what you have to say. :)
Just reblogging to inform you I do care about what you say, if you reblogged this purely for shared feelings, and sometimes I wonder the same thing.
Midsummer's Dream
Years ago you told me we’d meet at the park. This summer day after day I rode my bike to the spot between our houses. I sat on the swing and hoped one day you’d come so I could speak to you alone. You never did. I’m too busy now for my daily pilgrimage and I guess you don’t care anymore. Our friendship is like it always was: A dream, but now we’ve woken up.
Yeah,...
The average person tells 4 lies a day, or 1460 a...
horse8978:
(via mepineapple44)
Movie reaction: Orphan
Tonight I saw a movie that I wanted to see but never got around to seeing: Orphan.
I’m going to have to say, I liked it, despite a lot of bad reviews and the main reason is Esther.
Movie starts. Mom sad faces all over the place cause she had a still birth. They talk about adopting a child moving on.
They get to the orphanage and they find freaking Madeline.
No wait. She’s...
HP:Tom's Revenge
“That’s a nice ball you have there, Tom.” Young Tom Riddle felt his whole body tense. He was familiar with the voice. It belonged Morgan Fitzgerald, a fellow orphan about two years older than Tom, though at times he also appeared two times as large. Morgan’s voice wasn’t the only characteristic of the boy that Tom was well acquainted with. Morgan’s fist and Tom...
Colin Kincaid, from the 12th Grade
It’s really bizarre. I guess up until this point in my life, the music I have listened to has seemed to come from an older perspective then my own. I imagined the characters at least a year or two ahead of me, or they have been specified as such.
That is not necessarily the case anymore. I was listening to the song Westfall by Okkervil River and a couple of the lines struck me: “Colin...
WatchFrankenstein + Twilight = Hilarious.
Two Piece Tops
Two piece tops spin around, slowly, and I can’t look because my heart sinks, hits my stomach, can’t be sick, not today. Two piece tops spin around, And I can’t ignore the sound I look Because I have no choice They spin and I feel ill. Two piece tops spin around, they hit me cause they think I bounce I’m glass and not the plastic my illusioned paint does play, and I feel...
No more participation points in Spanish? Hm.
moistowlettes:
I’m not sure if I think that’s a good idea. It’s a victory for laziness.
There is one class I will say it was a good idea in, and that was Mrs. Frank’s. She expected everyone to answer 10 questions a day if they wanted a good grade, when there certainly weren’t 210-300 questions in a class. I think she was probably the reason why they quit that, possibly along with a...
if you are reading this, prove it with a comment...
horse8978:
^^ and goodnight. questionmark for comments? wow its not letting me enable comments gah I hate my life goodnight.
Hi?
It isn't a lie...
When surrounded by the mighty I finally see that I am weak While they all stay out of hiding and so boldly do they speak About the softest whispers that I dare not even make Bout the places I’ve been dragged and where I have been raked Into the gutter, hidden by the wroughted grate Hiding from the ones I love so I won’t be the one they hate Is it better for the truth to be free, be...
An anniversary, of sorts...
2 years 25 poems 1 living, breathing source of inspiration On December 18th, 2007, I posted my first poem in a long series of poems about a single person, ironically promising myself not to write about them. That worked out well, didn’t it? While the poem was posted then, I believe the occurrence outlined in it and the writing itself predated it’s posting by quite a bit. So, I am...
Roots
Being tired doesn’t mean you’re ever gonna sleep Because the root of that problem is far too deep Looking at brown leaves won’t tell you why The worms in it’s roots are making it die. So you look at the surface, the parts that you see, But the things you change there will never help me It’s the worms in the roots that kill in the night Without killing the problem you...
Yeah...
Nothing new of fresh today. I’m tired from academic challenge, so incoming poetry repost from DeviantArt
Fake Plastic Trees - Radio Head
Her green plastic watering can For her fake Chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth. That she bought from a rubber man In a town full of rubber plans To get rid of itself. It wears her out, it wears her out It wears her out, it wears her out. She lives with a broken man A cracked polystyrene man Who just crumbles and burns. He used to do surgery For girls in the eighties But...
Self Portrait
mishmashmena:
I’m not really a fan of taking portrait pictures (despite the fact that work at a studio that specializes in them…), but I am a really big fan of portrait pictures (if that makes any sense at all). So, I’ve decided that I have to give it a try. I mean, I want to have some experience with every type of photography.
So, I decided that before I do anyone else’s portraits, I’d do my...
And so, they will squash the bug, again.
As most of you know, due to the Harvest Moon beauty that I can actually see through my window from where I sit, my favorite car is the Beetle. Is it actually the most popular car in my neighborhood. There are 4 parked in the various drive ways on this street. 3 old Beetles also frequent the neighborhood. It is a very popular car.
But you probably don’t know that VW is killing it, again.
...
Commedia dell'arte
By Lyndsey Schley
Pierrot, Pierrot, poor little thing As Columbine, Harlequin dance and they sing, You were left wanting my sad little clown When all of your hopes and your dreams were let down. You first met Columbine on a crisp autumn day. The leaves in her skirts and her hair all astray Since all the flowers had wilted and died You made her a bouquet of leaves fall had dried. She smiled as...
This was going to be a post about tolerance...
… but I realized once I got home, I was way too tired to properly write what I had pondered. That will be for another time.
Instead, I will now talk about my hair.
In two Mondays, I will be getting a spiral perm. This a perm that allows you to easily curl your hair, or blow dry it into waves. I’m extremely excited, because I’ve wanted hair like that for ages and hopefully I...
Aha! Something witty! Rules of texting a girl......
jameslifeexplained:
mepineapple44:
Morning: If she says, “Goodmorning” to you, you don’t say, “mornin”
If she texts you and there are a lot of words, you obviously don’t just send one word back. That makes them feel like you don’t want to talk to them, and that you don’t care.
If she says something nice, or offers to do something, you don’t just say “Ok.” It makes her feel like she shouldn’t...
Esrevinu (Reverse Universe)
mishmashmena:
I’v hade this conversation with numerous people over the past couple of days about how incredibly awesome it would be if there were an alternate universe where everyone spoke backwards. Not only would the individual words be backwards, but so would the structure of the sentence. Also, names would be last name, first name.
I’ve tried this out a couple of times, and speaking...
@fennecandfool
horse8978:
LOL Sorry, but everyone was wondering, so I figured I would just be the one to ask, Who are you?
This is Lyndsey Schley. I’m surprised no one’s noticed that these have been posting straight to my facebook yet.
Religion
jameslifeexplained:
hello-leah:
jameslifeexplained:
Religion is like politics. Theres always your choice, that assholes choice, and the guy who didn’t vote. Now let me say this, I am a Catholic Christian. I am someone who does not let religion control their life though. I understand that some people take religion way to literally. By this I mean someone who follows every letter of the bible...
Dissatisfied with the English Language
Someone simply must create a pronoun made specifically so one does not have to specify gender.
Technically, when one writes “He” it can work for a person of undisclosed gender. However, one reading it immediately assumes the person being talked about is male. If I would have wrote the previous post with “He”s in it, face it, you would have immediately assumed it was about...
Something like Dislike
There are sometimes people in our lives far enough away for us to admittedly not know them, but close enough to have a effect on us.
This vent will be on one that I suppose, though while perfectly good natured, has a had a negative effect on me.
I have nothing against this person. I’d say we have quite a bit in common actually. In a different situation, I could see us being friends, though...
Introduction
In all of us there are contradictions and dualities. This is often perceived as a negative thing. However, some groups and cultures tell us to embrace both sides, to better understand not only yourself but others as well.
One of my foremost goals is to somehow find the balance in my life and in myself.
I have categorized my two “sides” into 1. The Fennec and 2. The Fool.
I will...