Are people doing shittier things or am I getting
angrier? Are people getting pickier or am I getting
meaner? Too much goes bad and not enough stays good.
What am I supposed to do? My best? When will my best
be sustainable? I can barely take care of myself at
my best. I can barely maintain my bonds at my best.
I can't keep watching these things happen. The tree
I've tied myself to is thin and sways in the wind.
The tree is blind to the weight its flimsiness has
on the world it claims to love. In my world, the
creaking and rustling ambience of the tree is
parallel to law. I want to leave, but I have nowhere
to go. It knows I am loyal, sitting at its stump and
suffocating in its sweet perfume. Shade me again,
I'm still yours.
Quote of the Day: "
She makes anguished, animal noises as she eats.
Not animal because they’re too savage to be
human; animal because they are emotional and
vulnerable, as animals are.
" -
Bones and All
Screenplay Shooting Script, David Kajganich
*written early afternoon
I believe I have developed a lack of determination.
I don’t care to work hard, I can’t stand not working
at all. I have no motivation to be somewhere that
I’m not. Where will this get me? Maybe I have to
reach my worst first.
I want to do what makes me happy.
I don’t know much about what it means to live your
life the right way, but I think loyalty is part of
it. If I try to do anything, I try to be loyal. And
you, you without loyalty, you are miserable. I don’t
know enough about the world to know whether you will
always carry this deficiency. We all evolve. Change
is part of our existence, but not only do we grow,
we shed. We shed like reptiles. Shed a skin of time
and memories like clockwork, like fate. I wish I
didn’t shed. I don’t want to lose time and time
again. I don’t want to leave anything, anyone
behind. I can’t handle change, and I am tired of
that which I love flaking away like dead skin.
Regardless of whether it is because I pick and peel,
or because my shell finds its own time to drift away
as dust, I can not stop shedding.
There are some things I wouldn’t miss, stubborn
things, scars. How long it takes scar tissue to
shed. An unbearable brand embedded upon me that I
cannot help but stare at. With the flicker of a
tongue and a sideways blink, let me forget. Scars
are not supposed to be sore.
Quote of the Day: "
You will eat less than you desire and more than
you deserve.
" -
The Menu
p.s. i am mildly on a hiatus and shall remain so
indefinitely
I can't act upon this disgust? This disappointment?
This devastation?
Blood is such a bitter drink, but isn't it so
refreshing? To choke down blasphemy for the sake of
the act itself.
A treat in view but not in reach
A vice upon my eyes but not in my hands
If eyes could taste, I would savor the flavor
Greed for something I have never had nor heard
What I would do to touch. forbidden dessert
Simple thoughts floating through my eyes and into my
softened mind. How rewarding it would feel
I may not be able to taste it, but how I will watch,
dissolving, devouring
Throw me a ball and maybe I'll catch it
Offer a treat and oh I will take it
Take me outside and how I will frolic
Offer a heart and oh I will take it
Kick me and how I will bite
Quote of the Day: "
I swear to you, if I had not heard his voice, I
would not have recognized him
" - T. Kingfisher,
What Moves the Dead
play a song i used to love and let the first notes
sink into my skin like a lip gloss i used in school
days past. memory strikes like citrus fruits sting.
watch people perpetually but always fail to
understand them.
the need.
to push a knife through flesh and bone
to bite a chunk out of a body
for silence
for a deafeaning, everlasting hum
overwhelming energy percolating beneath the skin
begging to be harnessed
take this feeling from my veins
let it land with a blow
let it rush through a blade
peel away layers of the body until there is no host
left to hold it
free it
let it leak out of my skin
dissipate with my words
liquify and replace it
Quote of the Day: "
Thanks for the update!
" - The last text i recieved from someone who would
be very disappointed in you.
The difference between letters and notes is that
letters are long, and notes are short. Letters are
for a specified audience. Notes don't have to be.
But what does it matter? I cannot write a letter.
Not a last letter, anyway. I would say I cannot
write a last note, but I have. Over the years of
letterworthy bouts of melancholy rumination I find
myself in, I have written one note, if it can be
called that. It reads as follows:
"oops?
i should be fine, but just in case:
this wasn't on purpose.
i love everyone
i am not putting effort into this note
because i very much doubt i will die from this"
So I can't write a note. Why not a letter? Letters
are long. Given that parameter, I'd have too much to
say, and if I wrote one letter I'd have to write
many. For the deserving.
All of that said, I won't yet have the kind of last
scenario that warrants a note. If I were to, it'd
have happened by now. I will stay, and make a
stubborn home atop the stubborn balusters of this
stubborn fence upon which I balance so unendingly,
suprisingly, steadily. I will remain a gentle
breathing, a muffled heartbeat, of a life. Not to
say my life is quiet, but to say it trembles.
Nostalgia for times all too recent. Nightmares all
too terrifying. I believe this stems from my fear. I
am scared.
I can make amends with my enemies, reach out to old
friends, revive old habits. But something will still
be missing. As much of the past I try to snatch up,
I cannot bring them back. With their exit, I have
molted. I think my ability to be myself has
increased as they decreased. The bittersweet sorrow
of nostalgia stings like nothing else.
Quote of the Day: "
I took a deep breath and listened to the old
brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
" - Sylvia Plath,
The Bell Jar
For
Believed to be extinct for more than a hundred years
due to overgrazing, the last two Saint Helena ebony
plants were discovered in 1980 on a cliff face. A
local guide, George Benjamin, retrieved cuttings
from one of these empiternal flowers, which were
then used to repopulate the island with the flowers
and save them from extinction - though the two on
the cliff remain the only wild specimens.
Mom. Here. Dad thrifted it for you.
Don't say anything. Don't look at me like that.
I think there is a bounty of metaphorical
opportunities that come with the orphic story of the
Saint Helena ebony. What I see in this story,
though, is
Trochetiopsis melanoxylon
, a very close relative of our flower,
Trochetiopsis ebenus
. The stark difference between the two?
T. melanoxylon
is extinct. It shares in the ancient endurance of
T. ebenus
, but was lost entirely to overgrazing. Withered and
lost to time by fateful chance.
If only my parents held tight to the cliffside like
those swirling mellifluous flowers. I wish they did
not resemble the quiet, tristful roots of flora
past.
Quote of the Day: "
And then I wondered if as soon as he came to
like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if
as soon as he came to love me I would find fault
after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard
and the boys before him.
" - Sylvia Plath,
The Bell Jar
It is late but we cannot sleep. The intoxicating
excitement that comes with this new friend keeps me
up. What keeps her up, I will never know. She asks
me if I'd like to go for a walk, so we don our
jackets and head downstairs. It's very dark out,
very cold, but at least she is warm. She is a warm
person. I would shiver except for the fact that I am
focused on my speech. We mostly talk about myself.
My feelings, my behaviors. She is a wonderful
listener; she would relate my stories to her
experiences, give me advice. We stop at the
playground and sit in a little wooden castle. Our
conversation feels endless. It is raw and unique and
I know I've stumbled upon a rare experience. I learn
things about her that she only tells people on late
night walks like this one. She sees me like nobody
else ever has, understands me in a way not many ever
will. I cry on the playground. I cry on our silent
march back to the house. Even though she is right
beside me, and we are not yet inside, I know the
moment is over and I mourn it as it fades. We sit by
the fireplace in quiet melancholy. I do not want my
time with her to end, I do not want to sleep. I
think she feels similarly. Unlike the fire crackling
before us with life, our topic flickers out. Our
contributions begin to lack in depth.
I wake up before anyone else. I am beside her in her
bed, and I lay there and sorrow over my time with
her. My night speaking with her. I know I'll feel
low for the rest of the day - i spend most of the
morning in silence.
When I get home, I draw a bath. I sit in the bath
and I drink and I cry. I have grieved that girl
since the day I met her.
Quote of the Day:
"
I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those
religious people feel about holy water
" - Sylvia Plath,
The Bell Jar
What are you supposed to feel when your dad emails
you a christmas list?
A christmas list. because he knows you don't
understand him well enough to pick a gift yourself
with a wallet and shirts on it, because he's too
busy working to allow himself nice things
with replacements for the things mom took when she
moved
i have no idea.
what do you do when you find out your dad is on
Hinge? what do you do when your mom starts calling
guys cute? what do you do when your dad is clearly
going on dates? what do you do when your mom
displays an evident disdain for your father every
time you bring him up? what do you do when she won't
even let him come pick you up and drive you to your
drum lesson when she's busy? what do you do when you
are supposed to go on a walk with your dad every
weekend, but now every other weekend is spent at
your mom's house? what do you do when you don't know
how to feel about your father, and can only summon a
bottomless pit of sympathy and helplessness at the
thought of him? it's only been a week. i see him
tomorrow. but i really miss my dad.
not pregnant btw
Quote of the day:
"
Maybe he'd open his mouth and nothing would be
inside but willow branches, and the leaves would
spill out like flat green words.
" - The Hollow Places, T. Kingfisher
I woke up this morning feeling incredibly irritable.
I've been sad again. sad like i have not been in a
good while.
I can't remember my last period. It's always been
irregular - it could just be hella late for no
reason. but I'm so scared.
another boy who thinks he is the most caring person
in the world, who believes he will protect and love
me like nobody else could. but not enough to never
fuck me raw.
my dad is on hinge. i'm gonna blow my brains out.
a box cutter probably couldn't slice through my
skull
could a box cutter slice into my neck and bleed me
out? if it was sharp enough. i would not have the
strength to follow through if it was dull.
How dare someone ever reach into my flesh and feel
disgust when they strike blood.
unfortunately, an open book's pages are prone to
weathering.
sleep allegory
if you laid down together and decided to take a
lovely
long
nap
pulled up the sheets together
counted sheep together
dreamt a dream of dining in two little seats
together
how could either of you ever wake up?
Quote of the day:
"
Protect me from what I want
" - Jenny Holzer
Well.
I think I'll go over things chronologically here.
Today is a Wednesday. On Monday, I went on an
amazing hike with my boyfriend. it was very fun,
very sweet. we sat in the sun. we got siiilllyyyy ;D
On that date, he told me something he heard last
week: my ex still talks about me. In the moment, it
didn't make me feel anything but an ego boost. But i
couldn't stop thinking about it. my life has been
filled with so much resentment, my emotions tied up
in a knot for months. I hated him, I hated my
friends that chose him, I hated. Not only that
though; I have also been drowning in guilt. I can't
stand being in the wrong, i can't stand having made
mistakes. the feeling of being a bad person lodged
itself in my throat and made a home there. I still
cry, i still think, i still talk about everything
that has happened that had to do with him. so on
tuesday, i thought i'd take a chance and
apologize... and he forgave me. 8~ months of not
feeling like myself, with him tacked up on every
wall of my mind, and he forgave me. without a second
thought. we caught up for two hours; life, family,
friends, even the divorce. i have never felt more
free. i'm so happy i could cry. i'm so glad i
realized this was how i needed to let go. what i
needed to hear. i was shackled, dragging around a
ball and chain. i begged time, i begged friends, i
begged to be freed, blind to the key i grasped
tightly in my hand. i don't know what will come of
this; maybe everything will stay the same. only time
will tell.
Quote of the day:
"
I will see your body bare
And still I will live here
So stay with me
Hold my hand
There's no need
To be brave
"
- Mitski, I Will
There are two wolves inside you and one of them is
batshit crazy.
I don't want to be a bad person. I don't like that
so much of me is learned from my parents; I don't
want to love the way they do.
I think there might be layers of me that are not
meant for me to tear open and explore. i peel at
them and it hurts. the pain festers. they bleed and
scab. prying my flesh apart does not yield answers,
only questions. but i feel as though i have no
choice but to dig deeper. if not within me, where
are my solutions? if my body oozes only metaphor,
how might i find the unjumbled truth?
I wish morality and humanity were black and white.
if only we were provided with rules by god.
reasoning, truth. what to do, why to do. that way,
anything i do wrong can be dissected and i can
smooth out my mistakes. If someone wrongs me by
god's rules, i can tear into them and their
reputation with my teeth. i want to feel completely
right and secure.
This post marks my first post uploaded only to
neocities instead of blogger! all posts from this
one forward will be made only on neocities, and I am
kissin blogger goodbye.
I've been pretty good. my friend group is undergoing
some transformations; some new additions kinda, and
one person leaving. I feel bad for them and I hope
they find good friends better suited for them - they
didn't really mesh with the friend group.
my boy and i are doing well - we're very secure in
our relationship and i luuuvuvvvvvvvv himmmmm :)
I used my good ol detective skills and found out my
mom was househunting. she's found a place now and is
moving in next week; my brothers and i will be
swapping off from house to house, don't know the
situation yet though. I'm glad my mom will be happy
but it's bittersweet. I'm excited and all, but of
course i wish this wasn't the case. The new house is
close to one of my best friends and my boyfriend
though.
Quote of the day: "
Ro would like to be breezy, but she seems to
swing between periods of dedicated, obsessive
effort and slothlike, stubborn inertia.
” ― Delilah S. Dawson, Bloom
So.
I had so much fun on my vacay!! texted my boyfriend
the whole time lol. Our first month mark was
yesterday and we went on a hike! He was being super
sweet so i cried because he's so nice (can you tell
i'm on my period). he was all overrr me and it was
the most magical day ever. i loved sitting in the
sun with him. ALSO. THE THINGS HE SAAAAIIIID?? that
boy is a capital M Munch!!!!! I'm cummin just
thinking about it. he said he looooves meeee :))))))
I feel terrible for my girl because she is going
THROUGH IT this is her first real breakup and she's
dying. I feel so bad, those two were literally my
parents. her boyfriend is one of my best friends
too; i'm glad they're on good terms at least?
Baiiiii
Quote of the day: "
Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete
them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just
a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace
of mind; don't assign me yours.
" - Clementine Kruczynski, Eternal sunshine of the
Spotless Mind
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH. My man said some CRAZY
shit today. He would prefer if i?? wasn't???
bisexual??? like oh mb! i'll stop! we talked about
it though and we good for now. I should've held out
for a girlfriend (jk).
Rain super super bad so I'll be home for 4 days :P
but fr though he needs to get his act together
- insulted my nails TWICE
- Stupid
- hater
bye
sorry for the lack of updates. I'm trying to build a new website and relocate my blog. That'll be a while in the making though, so i decided to keep uploading here. What's happened since my last post? I'm glad you asked! Here's everything in order:
lowk i was pissed about the thing with my parents
but they haven't changed much yet. apparently they
decided in june????? my dad started sleeping in our
RV instead of the house though :/ at least they're
staying friends?
i'm going to try to squash the beef with my ex best
friend sometime soon. done ignoring her. i don't
want to be her friend tho. just not hate her
i watched But I'm a Cheerleader. 8/10. also i'm
watching boondocks
Quote today: "
the absence of evidence is not the evidence of
absence
” Love u bye
I'm doing better. I have a new coworker! Two
apparently, but I've only met one so far. He's super
fun, I think he's a great fit. He gets shit dooooone
too. Apparently this dude from my school works at
the weed store across the street from my work,
because I saw him behind the counter yesterday and
we talked a bit lol. he sat behind me in chem for a
semester. He's cute - also the weed store employee
that I think is fineee was there! He's
scrumdiddlyumptious. Anyway, I was buying edibles
for me and my pals as we were having a sleepover
that night. I had a lot of fun! Someone got a
haircut, and i brought them all candy. they told me
they had really nice highs and I'm so happy i did
them right!! I love my friends sooo much. I wish i
got weed for myself though. A whole 3 day weekend
with no weed :( but i'll get some tmr idk what i'm
complaining about.
I got a lot of homework done just now by listening
to rain noises and putting a video of sea animals on
my computer. i felt so motivated. who knew?
My classmate looks like Ryan Reynolds and Jake
Gyllenhaal. He's cute and he dresses nice but he's a
bit too clean and perf for me i think. My anatomy
teacher is the best and gorgeous!!!!!!! We're
eventually gonna dissect cats though.
No One Noticed by The Marias
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>!!!!!!!!
I'm so gay.
Quote today: "
I'll love you 'till the day that I die!
" - (I can't believe i'm saying this) Billie Eilish
I'm fucking depressed again this is sooo stupid.
What am I even on prozac for if I still want to kill
myself? I think it's because I stopped taking birth
control so I'm on my period. also i'm breaking out
I finished Class of 09: The Re-up today! The secret
video message freaked me out. and I made some Poison
Ivy buttons for my backpack.
I feel like doing literally nothing omfg.
I haven't done my homework yet but I will later. I
watched love island and went to walmart but
otherwise i'm just rotting. I had a psl the other
day though, i love fall.
I NEEEED TO BE INTOXICATED. I MISS EDIBLES I NEED
ALCOHOL
Quote today: "
I'd rather play dead at a necrophilia
convention,
"
I am so sick of fake ass bitches. FAKE ASS BITCHES.
FAKE ASS BITCHESSSSSS.!!!!!!!! I'm SICK! OF! THEM!
Where do they come from??? RAUUUGGHHHH. Girls don't
want liars. Girls want takis, ben & jerry's, and
girlfriends. FUUUUUCKK Y'ALL. (Not y'all. I mean
liars.) I'm literally just a baby why don't we all
just recognize that we are making mistakes and
learning and communicate and do the right things. If
that was the case I'd be so super forgiving, but
these people keep making the same bitchass choices
so I am not.
I looked through my old best friend's Spotify today.
She stopped talking to me months ago, and instead
she's friends with my ex. She said if I ever broke
up with him she'd stick with me but here we are!
It's all good though, I realized she's not all that
anyway. She's a little crazy. Anyway, I looked at
her playlists and she's sad. Not to be a bitch
hater, but she started it, so whatever: DESERVED!
FUCKING DESERVED! She's got a fat case of only child
syndrome where she gets what she wants and
emotionally abuses her boyfriend and cries every
day. She'll be just like her horrible mother. So be
fucking sad! Listen to Radiohead and Mitski and CRY.
Because you know who you are, you know what you did,
and you know you will never be a good, complete
person. You will hurt people.
First week back in school after the summer. Now I
have to see her and her boyfriend and my ex's
friends. They KNOW. THEY KNOW HE HURT ME AND THEY
CHOSE HIM! THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIM BEFORE ME! THEY
KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AND THEY STAY WITH HIM BECAUSE
THEY ARE SELFISH. what is moral may not be what you
want to do, but you should still do it. he'll
survive without y'all. is he so much more important
than my feelings?
I love Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy,
shoutout to real ones
Quote today: "
You think you just fell out of a coconut tree?
You exist in the context of all in which you
live and what came before you
"
I love you. it's gonna be okay fr
Hello!!
I think my brother could look exactly like Rodrick
Heffley... if he cared about his appearance. Like
literally just add hair gel and guyliner.
Pretty girls don't owe people a personality. No one
gets upset when ugly girls are dry! Let me be
boring!!!!
My best friend posted a selfie with my ex today?? I
have decided I will plant bombs in both of their
stomachs.
A THIRD CLASS OF 09 GAME IS COMING???? AND I HAVEN'T
EVEN FINISHED THE RE-UP!1!!!
I think I'm like Ramona Flowers, Alice from
Twilight, and manic pixie dream girls in general.
And every Bojack Horseman character.
I think summer made me gayer
I hate everyone pretty much
I need my parents to go back to normal. They've been
awfully distant from each other for months now. I
need my best friend to stop being flaky.
Quote today: “
'Sometimes I don't get you,' I said. She didn't
even glance at me. She just smiled toward the
television and said, 'You never get me. That's
the whole point.'
” - Looking for Alaska
LOVE YOURSELF!!!
❤✬❀ I'm starting a blog because I have a lot of
thoughts to share, but no other platform I'd like to
share them on. No way am I using X or Threads;
that's lame. I love pink, the internet, and girls :)
I am lazy and my brain is rotted through, but at
least I'm a real one.
FUCK LOVE ISLAND USA S6 CASA AMOR!
ALWAYS REMEMBER to eat down, take pride in your
interests, and be your own beautiful self
I love poison ivy
brat summer isn't over and is in fact just getting
started
I think I'm going to open an animal shelter when I
grow up and I'm gonna put cute murals on the walls
and it'll be like high-end but for animals and super
humane
✩✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✮✭✩
Quote Today: "
This is the skin of a killer, Bella.
”
She/her US girly trying to figure herself out. A tier or two above loser scum on the social ladder - dare I say troubled teen poet (-Nicole, Class of 09)? Cartoon enjoyer, gossip spreader, selective manhater. Horny, indecisive, and messy. I like games, reading, fashion, decorating, cartoons, smells, the sky, journaling, taking cute notes, and stuffed animals. My favorite movies are Twilight, Clueless, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. My favorite musicians are Mitski, Faye Webster, and Lana Del Rey.