living room sofa. Watching my
carpet. Watching fibers on my
carpet. And the whole time I was
watching my carpet I was worrying
that I might vomit, and the whole
time I was worrying I might vomit,
I was thinking: I’m a grown man,
I should know what’s going on in
my head. And the more I thought
about it the more I realized I
should just blow my brains out and
end it all, but the more I wanted
to blow my brains out, the more I
thought about what that would do
to my goddamn carpet.” —Nic Cage, in Matchstick Men (via magicalmangomarket)
“People drift in and out of your life with varying degrees of consequence-one person changes your life for a week, another forever. But everyone’s got their own life going on, and unless we’re awfully lucky, all we really see of one another’s lives is a quick snapshot. Funny-as if we each have cameo roles in the lives of everybody we meet. I guess it’s up to us weather we want to be the heroes or the villains.”
Ok sorry. I’m done now :B
Me: Drinks soda* *little burp*
Dad: you do that ALL THE TIME after you drink soda !
Me: its not my fault sorry !
Dad: shut up already
Me: what the hell is your problem.?
Dad: YOU !
Me: Whatever, go calm down. *goes to room*
Mom: why are you yelling at her
Dad: Repeats what he told me
Mom: it ISNT her fauly, soda is carbonated you know
Dad: starts having a B.F
Guess I got the job.
I hate waiting at the transit center by myself. hard core creepers
All I want to do during the day is sleep. But when it’s night time - and time to sleep - I find myself unable.
I just love the night; the absence of light. Everything is quiet. I can take a moment and enjoy the silence. I can think about stuff without the chaos of life getting in the way.
One of my favorite things to do is go to bed as the sun rises. I feel like I took advantage of the night. I appreciated the time and didn’t squander any of it.
I just the world worked this way. Can’t exactly go to bed at 6 when you have class in the morning.
And yet here I am posting at 430 am on a school night.
“You’re like a riddle wrapped inside of an enigma, wrapped inside of a taco.”
-people and their horrible English that they plaster all over fb
-my talking skills
-why I went from hating my professor to loving him
-how my cough syrup always gives me headaches in the morning