still the lamest girl in school. and it's 2014.

Usually picked last for kickball.

I hope you’ve thought about me since.

maybe even just a tiny little thought.

just one.

if everyone knew what
kind of person you were
well, I wonder what they’d think.

maybe he’d pop you one
right in the gut so that
your head would be in the sink.

it was a mistake, don’t I know
that you weren’t right for me
not at all.

I don’t know why he came along
but he’s saving me
from dropping the ball.

all night and day I was
just trying to figure out
just what I could do.

but then you pushed me in a corner
and he came from behind
just to save me from you.

don’t tell me what i’m supposed to be.
you made me hate what I was.
but finally someone came and set me free.

you can call it lack of confidence
but to carry in livin doesn’t make no sense

I had a dream I met zach braff.

like the dream of all dreams right there.

Omg it was a joke.

HEY GUYS

anybody notice how I just dropped off the face of the earth? no? that’s okay, neither did my mom.

it’s been a hell of a ride though. almost forgot I had a tumblr.

no I didn’t.

but have you ever been so amazed by someone you like just met? and not even in a romantic way, just being amazed that someone is genuinely interested in everything you want to be interested in without being judged about? I tried to tell people I was into jazz once and literally everyone was like you’re secretly 50 and I was like lol shut up.

but there’s this guy! and he’s great. and he’s really good at everything he does and is interested in all the stuff I got too scared to say I was interested in years back. I like knowing there’s people like him who just don’t care what people think. I wish I had gotten that skill earlier in life, but I’m just happy I can finally find someone as cool as him to be close with about something like the same music and sports.

#tennisjazz for life, my brotha.

ok bye.

Life moves pretty fast. And doesn’t slow down. God, I just don’t know what to do or where to start. So maybe I’ll just take a break for a little while.

Be back soon.

He was immature. And he was older than me. All my friends said they’d rather me be with him than someone his age who was just using me. He was 30, I was 23. And every time I tried to talk to him about how immature he was he’d tell me if I didn’t like him I could leave because he wasn’t changing for me. So I left. But then he wouldn’t stop calling me and telling me he wanted me back. So I gave it one more chance, and no sooner did I walk through his front door, a girl came from out of his kitchen. So… I left. There’s no room for immature and stubborn parts of a relationship when you’re trying to be serious with someone. You have to listen to them and not act like your shoe size. Rub some dirt on it, get back up when someone pushes you down. We were made stronger than we’re allowing ourselves to be. But I guess he never learned that. How do I know? I heard from him a couple weeks ago asking if I wanted to get a drink. He got drunk and I had to suffer the consequences. And so did my car. Anyway, the point is: show the person you love respect and confidence and that you know what you’re doing and for the love of all things good in this world, be fucking mature for a few minutes.

interviewed:

tescosfinest:

someone grab my butt right now or im calling the cops

ur gonna have to call the fire department bc that ass is on fire

This is fantasstic

(via joshpeck)

queenofmisandrists:

  • date the kind of people who will still respect you when you no longer love them
  • date the kind of people who will still respect you when they no longer love you
  • do not waste your emotional capacities on people whose respect for you is conditional

(via female--r0bbery)

I should have loved you less.
I should have loved myself more.

—(166/365) by (DS)

(via joshpeck)

beaky-peartree:

mariahwolf:

beaky-peartree:

Why do people act like being a vampire is so fucking great. You can’t eat garlic bread so what’s the point

Okay first of all fuck garlic bread

What the fuck. What thef. Uck. You come on here, you come into my house, you take a shit on my post you shit on garlic bread, you shit on everything I stand for, on this, the day of my daughter’s wedding… .

(via pizza)