inconsistency
is life.
why the hell am I back on this thing?
suppose i need to vent … I’m a bit confused about what though.
sup,
nigga whaaaat? gangsta talk is great. but it makes me miss the snow so much.
steaze? yes please!
smirnOFF IT
no more vodka, no more ludicrous decision making, and definitely no more digging up the past.
but fuck, my birthday’s in three days. i suppose i can’t be designated driver for that?
i need some new ‘year of life’ resolutions.
area codes anyone?
so what’s with the jerks kissing you on the forehead goodnight.
and why is it that ex’s want to see you before they disappear for six months.
not to mention the amazing ones that live in a different state.
no elaboration required on the twenty-ten university mission focussed on shorts the colour red.
it’s all a bit too complex at the moment, and instead of focussing on the study of little boy development, im left here contemplating the meaning behind all the little actions, remarks and intentions of the boys around me.
Can you lie next to her,
and give her your heart?
as well as your body?
And can you lie next to her,
and confess your love?
here’s an idea, let’s create mean nicknames for shit blokes.
it makes me feel like the bigger person.
fit bitch.
so i’m officially in triathlon training … tomorrow.
bring it on!
happy couples?
with no intention of sounding bitter, what’s with the overtly cheerful, lovey-dovey, excruciatingly preoccupied couples that exist these days?
when did love become a means by which to smother others? online or everyday realms alike. as if we don’t already have a multitude of fixations choking us to death (all in the literal sense of course).
here’s a thought: people don’t care. or maybe i’m just being cynical again.
"fortune favours the bold"
anonymous fortune cookie
so i believe i’ve just entered the wonderful world of tumblr.
what’s it even offering?
