February 2011
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“If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.”
– David Carradine
myownlittleuniverse-:
Some people can’t sleep because they have INSOMNIA.
I can’t sleep because I have INTERNET CONNECTION.
amir!
Before you start judging, criticizing, or mock,...
I’m so grateful.
I can honestly say that even though my friends are very..interesting in their own ways.. i really love being with them.
You can’t keep fucking with someone’s feelings...
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This may sound weird
I miss the smell of my sweat.
I miss the friction underneath my sneakers.
Oxygen filling up my lungs and cleansing it with every exhale. I miss loose pieces of hair sticking to my neck
And licking my parched lips
Water is my elixir,
savoring every gulp in between and letting the slight chill roll down my elbows.
I miss my muscles tightening, ripping
And when i sit back to relax i can feel...
Friday Nights:
fuckyeahlolthings:
Normal Teenagers:
Me:
:)
hahhahaa
i think i'm a packrat
i become sentimentally attached to things. Anything, even the littlest of things. I have wrappers, napkins, ticket stubs, dead glowsticks, bottle caps, and anything else that would be considered garbage. But eh, theyre all really not garbage. Each little insignificant thing holds a whole day/night of memories.
Not saying my whole place is filled to the rim with scrap, but i do tend to save things...
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love...”
– Bob Marley
