When I was younger, I found this duck. His Mama was long gone. I named him Duck Duck. He used to chase me in the field behind my Grandma's house, with his wings all spread out. He would follow me, running after me, trying to fly. He couldn't though, because no one ever taught him how. He died though. I'm pretty sure my uncle fed him turpentine. ( Read more... )

To Michelle:
I love you. You're my favourite creeper :)

What am I doing? This won't get me anywhere. I love making up excuses ( Read more... )

It's weird. Teen dramas rarely depict a normal dramatic teen scenerio. When one of the characters is being difficult, has a problem, their friend only has to say one thing to them. One sentence, one phrase, on quote, that will show a light to their problem. That moment of "Aha, I've been an asshole ( Read more... )

What do you think you're doing? Wearing faded grey jeans that look like they're from the 80s, but you obviously bought them yesterday. Wearing an oversized see-through white tee shirt, just to make sure you can expose one shoulder and one black bra strap. What are you doing? Taking pictures of your supersicktotallyradtothemax shoes, but not having ( Read more... )

holy shit. livejournal still exists? i had a dream about livejournal and i thought i would check it out to see if it still existed. apparently this corner of the universe still exists, i've just given up with it. along with pretty much everything else i love, enjoy, and smile it ( Read more... )

A business proposition. I'm am going to make a place for people who need to escape but can't afford to go anywhere far away or picturesque. I could make it into a chain, with places set up all over the country, like a hotel of sorts. Except there are no couples allowed. No children. Just you alone in your room to think about whatever made you want ( Read more... )

I cannot remember a time when I felt so bad. I am actually convinced that my eyeballs will fall out of my face. They are dry, and will soon shrivel. I don't think I have it in me. I don't have it in me to stay or go, so I'm trapped in this middle space where I keep making my eyes swollen. I know if I just relaxed until at least the morning, I could ( Read more... )

I have all the time in the world, yet I feel like I am forcing this. I've applied for many jobs, some of which I don't even know what I'm applying for. I've been doing nothing, my head has been reeling, yet I am lazy as fucking ever. It doesn't seem as anything I want to say is worth it, not for myself or anyone else. The first year is done, but I' ( Read more... )

I'm pretty fucking loved, but am I a pretty fucking fuck ( Read more... )