#itsfuckinglate

#nolife #imawriter #ilivemanylives #play #antibullying #theater #itsfuckinglate #imdone

lets hope i can fit into my school uniform

If i was joe sugg i would just run around yelling "SUGG MY DICK" all the time

I'm afraid of my feelings because they are as deep as the ocean, I don't know which one, maybe the Indian? Pick your favorite. I guess I'm afraid of what I'll find down there. Crazy looking jelly fish, the feeling that I'll never measure up to you; no matter how much I tried, it was always going to end this way wasn't it? Or maybe I'll find some sea horses or some shit idk. I'm tired of fighting it, of trying to be perfect. I'm not perfect, I still have feelings. I was hurt by things others did to me, of what I let happen. I'm still punishing myself for having feelings. But the problem with feelings is that, like the ocean, I can't control what feelings swim to the surface. Or purge what's scary deep down. I just have to accept the things I can't change and hope that one day I'll accept all my fish... even those freaky angler fish, the ones the ones that really sting.  This was a serious post. Did the ocean references help? 

It’s intriguing how we humans learn the simple guidelines to happiness in our early years and still we stray from the path and we find ourselves lost, not knowing where to go. Right in front of our groping fingertips, our body and mind still unaware, flailing our arms in every direction but forward. We are such an intelligent species, but we are so oblivious. Only when our sadness subsides do we see that the road to happiness was quietly waiting in front of us all along, waiting for us to open our eyes and see that it wasn’t as complex as we thought. I mean I guess at least we learn. 3:39am

My goal is to get a nice computer and actually learn how to do cool stuff on tumblr and do blog rates, and cool give aways.