at the unifem/scottish women's convention at old parliament yesterday there was one woman that summed it all up...why this is what i want to do with my life:

"you ask where all the angry women are. I'll tell you. Half of them are broken in their homes, and the other half are trying to fix them."

Sometimes I forget who I am and I slur my speech and wonder why my mouth is doing that. And I can’t look at people in the eye because I’m afraid that it will show that I don’t know who I am and that I know I am slurring but I can’t do anything about it. And that’s just weird. She has problems and I hate her for it. I want to know what they are but ( Read more... )

Flabbergasted and shocked into unanswer when the cashier asked if he’d had a good day ( Read more... )

The only thing sparkling was the diet coke, and even that was almost flat ( Read more... )

I’m finished with being young
I want shared beds and babies
And then I want to start all over again.

today was that moment ( Read more... )

i have always been panicky, but over the last few weeks i have been feeling consistently like i could die at any minute ( Read more... )

it's a mess, but it's my life.
i am walking a fine line between self discovery and being quite a pathetic person

by the by, bloc party are amazing like AMAZING amazing, and should be seen live when the opportunity presents itself....that is all.

walking down the main street at 5pm i saw a man dressed in a nice black suit with an affluent looking thick creamy white scarf sitting on a concrete bench. he had an alcoholic glaze in his eyes, a bottle of beer in his left hand, and a plastic blue battery boom box playing dylan, stumbling over every couple of chords. he just shook his head and ( Read more... )