February 2010
11 posts
January 2010
4 posts
i had a really clever rant that i was going to post here. It was really long and intense.
but i lost all desire to type it out.
so i’ll leave it with this. i hate everyone.
Dear, United States Government,
Thank you for fucking me over once again. It’s really so cool. Not only am I already broke, but thanks to you, I will remain broke, even while everyone else gets their income tax checks. It’s nice to know I worked my ass off all year for absolutely nothing.
December 2009
2 posts
i really don’t like christmas, not really even a little bit. but i love the snow. maybe it will keep people from coming to the mall tonight. i doubt it.
November 2009
20 posts
It’s those moments when you hang around in a room full of friends,
where you gasp for breath between each laugh.
It’s those moments where you get high just breathing in so deep,
you feel your lungs getting cold.
For a second, that split second, you don’t care.
You don’t care about school, about parents, about money, abour rules, or broken hearts.
Who you care about are the kids sitting...
“Early man walked away, as modern man took control. Their minds were all the same, to conquer was their goal. So he built this great empire and slaughtered his own kind. He died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind. We’re only gonna die from our own arrogance, so we might as well take our time.”
Same old story, it happens every day and
everyone has gone through it at some...
I don’t buy into sappy bullshit anymore. I’m
done strapping a smile...
Tay Raye
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.”—Jim Morrison
Chops
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And...
“I think it’s too bad that everybody’s decided to turn on drugs, I don’t think drugs are the problem. Crime is the problem. Cops are the problem. Money’s the problem. But drugs are just drugs.” —Jerry Garcia
Sometimes they’re just aren’t enough rocks
– Forest Gump (via stephenvantuyl) (via quote-book)
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
– Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen
(Submitted by: Alanna)
(via quote-book)