May 2009
A Strange Wild Song
He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
“At length I realize,” he said,
“The bitterness of life!”
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister’s Husband’s Niece.
“Unless you leave this house,” he said,...
i feel like as soon as i get online. . .
everybody else gets off
yesterday at lunch. . .
i was outside… in a skirt, and i was standing up
yea… the wind blew it over my head and the boys at the table behind me got a great view of my ass
my underwear wasnt even cute. and my friends laughed at me for like 6 minutes. i wanted to diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie
I feel like I should say something
searchwithoutlooking:
But I don’t know what
welcome to my life
break
me: guys we are wasting our lives. we shouldn't just be sitting here. every day we waste ten minutes, thats like 1800 minutes every year.
friends: monique, what could we possible be doing?
me: something more useful, productive. something that will make our lives better and more fulfilled . . .
friends: like what?
me: like making art, or love--
friends: WHAT?! do you have any idea what you just said?
me: no why?
friends: *ROFL*
me: guys we are wasting our lives . . .
people who dont know me like me better than
the people who do know me
I'm done
my shit essay.
three glorious pages of craaaaaaaaaap
Evil is a difficult demon to incarcerate.
i fear that tumblr is secretly a cult that i am getting sucked into. damn tumblrarity
all i ask is
TO KNOW WHAT CLASSES I AM TAKING NEXT YEAR
who gives a fuck that there is a month left of school
im not gettting smarter anyways
we’ve all checked out by now
why do the faculty and staff keep pestering us?
i dont give a fuck about the SUA
and the superindent can get off my back OK
just leave me alone already
i already put sophmore year behind me
just tell me what the FUCK I”M...
i have
the attention span of a squirrel right now
incidently. . .
i forgot how to drink from a glass, and i need to return to using sippy cups.
i feel like my rib cage is closing in around my...
light-meup:
it hurts so bad.
ohhh, did some body step on you?
i'm not afraid of needles
i’m not afraid of blood
the thing that grosses me out is the sound of the needle breaking the skin
:o
:p
What color are mirrors?
searchwithoutlooking:
…just a thought
eventually, i will write this essay…
i am a pirate you are a princess.. . ..
“One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas...”
– Groucho Marx
i just realized
that i have been responding to someone i follow via reblogging, wondering why they never respond back … they arent following me, and i am therefore talking to myself… essentially
FUCK! WHY THE HELL DO I LOVE HIM SO FREAKIN...
then another relative of mine
thatjeffreykid:
went to a cemetery and shot themselves at night
i feel like you want somebody to respond to this.
?
this tea taste like flowers
i bought chalk yesterday
i havent got the foggiest idea of what the heck i am going to do with it …
Confined Love
Some man unworthy to be possessor Of old or new love, himself being false or weak, Thought his pain and shame would be lesser If on womankind he might his anger wreak, And thence a law did grow, One might but one man know; But are other creatures so?
Are Sun, Moon, or Stars by law forbidden To smile where they list, or lend away their light? Are birds divorced, or are they chidden If they leave...
i waited for you . . . today. but you didn't show....
“Never Alone” I waited for you today But you didn’t show No no no I needed You today So where did You go? You told me to call Said You’d be there And though I haven’t seen You Are You still there? [Chorus:] I cried out with no reply And I can’t feel You by my side So I’ll hold tight to what I know You’re here and I”m never alone And though I...
dancing naked in the rain →
i think i am going to take a mental health day...
I really should … write my essay
DANCING IN THE STREETS →
DANCING IN THE STREET. ALL WE NEED IS MUSIC. SWEET...
I wanna Dance With Somebody →
Oh! I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the...
“Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives...”
– Evan Almighty (2007) (via insituthoughts) (via quote-book)
90's tv →
notabanana:
how to live:
1. eat sugary cereal twice a day.
2. watch 90s saturday morning cartoons.
3. wear pokeman pajamas.
this tumblarity thing is making me all paranoid
