#clairethoughts

Malia Obama can hang with joe Biden. That fucking magical

I'm curled up in the spot you told me you'd never leave me, Yet here i am alone. More alone than before, Crying about how I never know what to do with good things. I fuck up everything, don't I? Here i am in a place that I never wanted to be. Where are you? Are you still listening? Come get me. It hurts I need you here. I want you here. Just tell me I'll be fine Tell me you'll be there... It's a year now, I'm curled up in the spot that you told me you'd never leave me. You left a year ago. But now I'm crying for another human, Something I swore I'd never do again. Why can't i learn not to trust people to keep me safe? Why can't I lean on my own strength? Why am I here again? I'm too trusting, Too eager to see the goodness in everybody. I want everyone to be selfless but everyone is so focused on being selfish... I'm tired. I'm tired of shouldering my own burdens. Carry them alone. Is this where i look to a deity for his saving grace? Here i am on this cold floor, In the spot you told me you'd never leave me in... Where are you? Do you even care?

Sometimes I wonder, Am I to be sad now? Should I be in tears? Is this where I have a tantrum? I hope this is the reaction you wanted me give. Sometimes I wonder, do they have a written a script? Section 3? Page 10? Is that where i lose my mind again? Do I get a copy of the script? Is it an director's only script? Superstars only? No. Funny, I thought I was the lead of this major motion picture. Is my turn to speak my mind? or am I still toeing the line? Is this where I lose a couple friends again? Or am I finally through being a little puppet on a string?

have you ever reblogged a picture while it was still loading because you thought the top half looked pretty good but then you look at your blog later and realized it had porn on the bottom half or some shit