April 19, 2013

Sooo

Last month I saw a bunch of people that were there for the “early years” of me being me. I wonder what they think of me now. Like, they all kinda did the normal teenager thing or all had regular looking kids. And then there’s me. And I’m all weird. And it’s just kind of interesting to me. I’ve been reflecting on like, life and shit. Like, how things have generally evolved. And how my childhood memories, over the years, have become distorted, by my more “adult” mind. Like.. remebering things from like when I was like, six… I still remember what happened and where and with who… maybe not precise words, but I remember how I felt about things. And it’s just all so different from these grown up feelings. :b Or like, there’s this girl I was friends with in first grade… and everything I go to recall any memory of her, she’s just kind of blue. Like, with the whole photographic.memory thing…. the old prints have faded with time… and they’ve been altered, in ways… by the naturally curious and ever growing and changing nature of a childs mind.

February 20, 2013
Men aren’t stupid, and you don’t need a complicated set of rules to find a good one who loves you. Here’s the only rule you need: if a man loves you, he will do anything he can to keep you around. Anything.
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Fight Club.

Fight Club.

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skippractice:

maybe she’s barn with itimage

maybe it’s neighbelline

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January 28, 2013
Trippy stuff man.

Trippy stuff man.

January 25, 2013

At times when you are away
It’s hard to think about much other than you
The warmth of your body
The sound of your voice
Seeing you again after hours or days
That is the happiest moment
Holding you close
Feeling the softness of your skin
And the curves of your body
The familiar scent of your hair
Filling my nose as I kiss your head
A unique mixture of dirt and shampoo
I hold onto these moments when you’re beside me
I hold them tightly as if to memorize them
For fear I may someday forget
I cannot lose memory of your bold eyes
Of your sweet voice carrying “I love you’s”
I must keep my grip on all of it
In preparation
For one day I’ll lose you
To the imminent peace awaiting
And in the depths of it all, one day
I’ll find you again
Our souls may never separate
But at last they shall rest together

Highhh:)

Highhh:)