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Baby, whenever I turn and look at you
It feels like my guts are being ripped in two
My friends say, “Dude, just try to forget her”
But I’d rather feed my heart into a paper shredder.
Secret Love Is Totally Tearing Me Apart by Ricky Skametka

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2009 | 1 week ago
Oh Randall! How could you deceive me like that? You have torn my very soul asunder, and as tender flakes of croissant are swept away by brisk morning breezes, so shall pieces of me be lost to the wind forever.
Excerpt from The Cad Who Loved Me by Ima Dormatt

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2009 | 1 week ago
Oh, Randall! I always knew beneath that hard, crusty exterior you were filled with a passion as rich and forbidden as my momma’s finest cream custard!
Excerpt from The Cad Who Loved Me by Ima Dormatt

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2009 | 1 week ago
12822.) I honestly don't understand why girls these days are so hung up on growing up.
blogsecret:
Practically all my peers are obsessed with makeup, boys, thongs, etc. Me? I’m not worried about all that. I don’t wear makeup. I don’t obsess over boys, having boyfriends, making out with boys. I’ve never owned a thong, and I’m not interested. I still play with stuffed animals. I still act like I’m 5. I still wear baggy t shirts and jeans. And honestly? I’m not ashamed of it. Your childhood is short. Why waste it?
I still hug my PPB to sleep every night. x)

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2009 | 1 week ago
Life without you
is like a dog without relish
You know what I’m saying?
It’s totally hellish.
From “Frying My Heart on the Griddle of Your Love” by Rick Skametka

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2009 | 1 week ago
The more desperately a charged particle attempts to attract a similarly charged particle, the harder it will be repulsed, until eventually it will find itself floating through the vast, sub-atomic universe, alone and miserable.
Excerpt from The Wonderful World of Physical Chemistry by Professor Donovan Storm

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2009 | 1 week ago
You don’t just automatically love someone. you have to slowly learn to trust, then you start believing them. You want to be with them more to the point where you’re jealous of anyone who tries to be with that person. Then it gets you mad but you get past it, you can’t be jealous anymore. You can’t because you have this undying confidence that this person will never leave you, they will never betray you, and that they would never pick someone else over you, that you’re irreplaceable. That’s when the confidence hits you, that you really do love each other and it’s unbreakable.
(via eletheowl)

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2009 | 2 weeks ago
The Truth Is.
hammersnhearts:
How many times have we said something but we don’t mean it ?
How many times have we tried to act nonchalant but deep down we care so much ?
How many times have we failed in something but still won’t give up ?
How many times have we known that we will get hurt in the end but we still go ahead with it ?
Life’s such a contradicting process, really.
The fourth question really gets into me. Even if I got hurt in the end, I did not regret my choice after all. It’s better to have have it before than not have it at all. These questions really make me think about the past. I wished I could Ctrl + Z some parts. But in reality, life’s like this, silly.

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2009 | 2 weeks ago
I’m not that little girl anymore. I’ve grown up; I’ve become something everyone thought I would never be. But here I am, look at me. This is me.
(via eletheowl)
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