Black Ink and Pens
Music keeps me going. Oh, and I'm a Fool's baby.
Previously: doodlers, nuclearlovewar
Music keeps me going. Oh, and I'm a Fool's baby.
Previously: doodlers, nuclearlovewar
My grades were posted online just moments ago. Looking back at what was happening earlier in the year I’m proud of what I got. But comparing my grades to first semester and first mid semester I feel ashamed. The main purpose of this post, however, has more to do with Biology. On Engrade I had a 78.9%—the first time I’ve had a C+ in any class since 7th grade—including the 92% I got on my final exam. Well, when I looked at my grades online my teacher must have rounded my grade up immensely because I have a B- in the class. Maybe things do turn out better in the end.
Now I just wait for my SAT scores, which will come in two days.
wow lol I just had sex with three different people in my dream.
I’m not liking the pattern I’m beginning to notice: always waiting. I wait by my phone hoping to hear from you. Each Facebook notification I get I hope it might be from you. Every letter that ends up in our mail I hope is from you. But I no longer check the mail, or my Facebook messages, and I no longer check my phone hoping each text might be from you. Im growing tired of waiting, and I’m not sure what I’m waiting for or why Im still waiting. I just want to know if I cross your mind just as often as you cross mind.
so I gave myself a hickey on my arm and now it looks like I’ve been behaving promiscuously.
ah I’m so awkward. tumblr made me cut the video short :(
my dad just wished me happy Father’s Day then said “whoops uh thank you.”
ever have one of those “wow my tits look really good today” days? because I’m definitely having one those days today.
I had an absolutely amazing night at Queeriosity. Because of last night I especially want to take up poetry slamming.
I wish you’d call.
fuck you. I am done. I want out of this house. I might regret these words in days, months, years to come but honestly I can’t deal with your mind set and beliefs any longer. I have always wanted to be just like you, but tonight I am proud to know you and I are two very, very different people.
I feel gross and have nothing but disgust for my body right now.
best compliment I have ever received was when a close friend said I was hard to walk away from, that something about me made her and others around me struggle to walk away to resume their completion of tasks on their to-do lists.
When she said this, it made me want to cry out of tenderness? I still have a hard time believing it, but I am still touched and forever will be.
ask me questions and distract me please
