January 2010
Beauty
Well hello there, tumblees.
I have been feeling extremely confident and feminine and beautiful lately. I love it, and I never want it to end. When I feel good about myself I like to capture it; so here are a few photos.
S.
Why do I do my best writing when I'm suffering?...
(via imhistory)
My dear, you’re deep. And it’s all stuff that I can see, but you put it into words.
“So, buy me the ocean and paint it with pretty stars.”
– Hedley.
“It’s not that easy to win over a girl’s heart. You can’t just look into her eyes...”
– (via runawaytrain) (via brokenmachine) (via thefloralsofa)
I've Come To a Conclusion:
I’m SCARED.
Of love,
Of letting myself be happy,
Of letting people see that I’m not always happy,
Of not being accepted,
Of being laughed at.
I’m not always like this though. I’m pretty happy, and I don’t care about fitting in or being accepted. And I really don’t care if I’m laughed at. I think I’m mostly just afraid of letting myself be happy...
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My Person.
I received a late Christmas gift yesterday. An amazing book filled with love stories and mixtapes. Definately my kind of book. But inside the perfect book I found the best thing. A note, from my closest girlfriend, Hanna. Even though we don’t hang out too often anymore, she’s still the one whose shoulder I cry on and who knows how to cheer me up - whether it be SingStar or Band Hero or...
hannadreams:
“Everybody says love hurts, but that isn’t true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Envy hurts. Loosing someone hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.”
Chocolate
HOLY MAN. So I am currently angry.
Well, not angry so much as frustrated. With my younger brother.
He lies, and he’s self centered. Two things I absolutely hate.
He smokes. And that’s just another thing.
My brother told me when he came back from our Dad’s house in Calgary that he had quit smoking, “It’s my New Years resolution,” my fifteen year old brother...
is this what it means to be human?
imhistory:
cafemocha:
to be scared and lonely and weak? to be forever marked with the scars from your past? to love so much that it kills you when he doesn’t feel the same? to hurt so much that you cannot imagine it ever getting better? to be abused and broken and then expected to just pick up and move on? to be confused about everything? to try desperately to be positive and then get broken...
I NEED MORE SLEEP.
Goodnight.
We're young. We don't need a boy to love and to...
(via imhistory)
Yellowknife
Well hello, tumblees.
Maybe you know, maybe you don’t, but I live in a smallish, isolated, cold town in Northern Canada. It’s the capital of the Northwest Territories, it’s my enemy. It’s cold and dark and depressing and I can’t take it anymore.
Tonight I hung out with my friend Dietrich, we listened to music and he watched me surf the internet and we talked. I...
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