and when i exist, i exist for myself. i live a crazy life, but i’m in control, and that’s the best part of all.
so cute so cute
crushes: Being tall must be pretty cool - you can easily grab things off of high shelves at the grocery store and you can probably play basketball pretty well. However, it’s going to make my attempt to kiss you so much harder. — Short girl
it’s not a bad feeling, knowing that you belong to no where. i wish i had the balls and the intelligence to confidently take a year off and just live day by day. i’d work all day and chill all night and i’d live the lax life of a girl i’ve always fantasied being. but there’s too much pressure and too much guilt upon my shoulders. i know i am heading off to college...
I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING.
i didn’t look like this, maybe you would’ve stayed. we are perfect and i can feel it, you can feel it. when you touch me my skin explodes into a thousand storms. can you feel my heart, can you see that i struggle to return the coldness you give me after your warmth. i try not to break when you are being more perfect than you could ever be. can you love me, i am worth it. can you love...
MAYBE I AM UNSUCCESSFUL BECAUSE I AM TOO SPORADIC. WHY CAN’T I BE CONSISTENT AND SUCCESSFUL !? i think in short bursts instead of waves.
today, i graduated.
i graduated not only high school, but i graduated from my former self. it’s a time to start over in a new environment with my newly acquired skills and my refined skills. it just hit me now that i probably won’t see 90% of anyone ever again, and it breaks my heart, it does! there are some people i’ll miss terribly, but we’ve never really hung out outside of school nor are...
I was at the movies, so I wasn't answering my phone, I got these voicemails and texts from my dad, hahaha.
Text#1: "did you get gangster voicemail??"
VM#2: What's up?!
Text #2: "did you get voicemail? it say what up!?!?"
VM#3: Ashley I am worried where are you come home
Text #3: "!?!?!?!?!??!?!"
with weeks to go, i say goodbye and its stone cold. brief in unison, long in solitude, we had it good.