An outlet for thoughts that might otherwise never be voiced.
Thoughts.
And as I stumble over my words and mourn over my memories, I’m made even sadder by the subtle reminders that the past will make no encore.
Indefinitely I will wander until something stronger than what I lost wholeheartedly decides to take a chance and tether me to this earth.
Misunderstandings and misplaced preconceptions plague me although I place earnest effort in stifling the fuel with which they are formed.
I think I forgot how to make eye-contact with people…
No one talk to me until I remember.
I want to disappear. Literally.
“Don’t treat your stomach like a trash can.
You’ll regret eating that, count to 100 and see if you still want it.
Shut your stomach up, chew some Tums.
Hungry? Chug three glasses of ice water.
Still hungry? Chug three more.
Remember that “first” wins and “second” loses. Keep that in mind if you’re thinking about going back for more.
No one has ever regretted sticking to their diet.
If your cravings get bad, put on a swimsuit. I promise they’ll vanish.
Stay strong. Stay strong. Stay strong”
My dad just emailed me this huge list of puns oh my god
I thought this was hilarious. Pure gold.
I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now.
When chemists die, they barium.
Jokes about German sausage are the wurst.
I know a guy who’s addicted to brake fluid. He says he can stop any time.
I stayed up all night to see where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.
This girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’d never met herbivore.
I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.
I did a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.
They told me I had type-A blood, but it was a Type-O.
We’re going on a class trip to the Coca-Cola factory. I hope there’s no pop quiz.
Did you hear about the cross-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn’t control her pupils?
Broken pencils are pointless.
I tried to catch some fog, but I mist.
What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.
I used to be a banker, but then I lost interest.
All the toilets in New York’s police stations have been stolen. The police have nothing to go on.
I got a job at a bakery because I kneaded dough.
Haunted French pancakes give me the crêpes.
A cartoonist was found dead in his home. Details are sketchy.
The earthquake in Washington obviously was the Government’s fault.
Be kind to your dentist. He has fillings, too.
(Source: rougemarionette)
I can’t even breathe.
I just want to take a moment to reiterate the fact that physical abuse is not the only type of abuse that exists. Verbal abuse is a reality and it is no less hurtful than its physical counterpart.
Speaking from the perspective of someone who has been verbally abused by a parent for many years [and more so in recent weeks] I know that verbal abuse is no laughing matter. It is a heart-crushing feeling to be told, by someone that is supposed to love you no less, that you are worthless.
I am not stupid. I am not a piece of trash. My religion is not a facade. And I am not worthless.
I thought these were the cutest thing ever. I was speaking to the librarian when they caught my eye. Victoria was like, “They’re just pencils.”
NO. They are TINY pencils all squished together in a thing. It’s beautiful. And it deserved a picture.
Post-workout treat! I should def take my mom to the gym with me more often if this is what I get afterward.
I can’t even imagine what it would be like to visit any of these places. In sha`Allah I can one day.
(via skylitlucy)
And I’ve been a fool and I’ve been blind. I can never leave the past behind.
—Florence + the Machine, Shake It Out
It’s been a minute.. Somerset in June and Philly in December though, in sha`Allah!
(Source: seanrflanagan, via iamdianaross)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
