February 2010
YOU KNOW WHAT
IF I’M LACTOSE INTOLERANT & CAN’T HAVE FUCKING DAIRY THEN I’M AT LEAST GONNA POST PICTURES OF IT.
Gahhh.
14774.) I could have loved you.
(via blogsecret)
You taste just like glitter
mixed with rock & roll.
I wish
that I was beautiful. Extraordinarily stunning. On the outside & inside. I want someone to want me, love me, kiss me, hold me. I want something real. I want to have the most beautiful mind anyone has ever seen, and I want someone to notice all my great qualities and to know my drawbacks. I would like to be happy, with her by my side, as my best friend. I want her here. Right this second. I want her to take me somewhere & let me know that I am amazing. I want her to hug me & never leave again because it hurts when she’s gone & I want to hear her laugh again and I want her to make me laugh again and I want to have the man of my dreams, whoever he is, to come to where I am right this second. And he would sweep me off my feet. And I would be happy. Genuinely, actually happy. And I would be amazing. I wouldn’t be the emotional wreck I am at the moment & I sure as hell wouldn’t want to die. I would feel beautiful, confident, absolutely sure of what I wanted & how I feel. That is what I want…or at least a portion of what I truly want.
