I’m the loner you’re too afraid to approach.
wow. sunday night and i have nothing better to do cept talk to a freshman. my life sucks atm.
why are people so fake. I thought I was the most fake a person could get. guess not. she says she’s my friend and sometimes I really feel that it’s true, and other times she just does things to make me look bad, feel bad or wtv. she doesn’t respect me. and to be honest,I do respect her… to an extent.
they’re all fake. and I feel like there’s no point.
truth is, I want attention, but I don’t want you to see this. this me. I want you to see the person I want to be, even though shes not here anyway.
gosh, its so addictive. I know I shouldn’t. six. #thescript #sixdegreesofseperation
you’re doing all these things to sell that you’re alright. that you’re okay. It seems that everybody can buy anything, cause no one stood there to read the small print, the small creases on your forehead, the small things thing son your face. so you may be a good salesman. but to me, your average. you’re worse than average cause I saw right through you.
So, I was looking into how sleep positions may reflect ones personality. I usually sleep on my right, sort of curled, or on my back with my arms being pinned to the sides or wherever really. So… it says:
”People who sleep sideways with arms outstretched.
Act with caution and are not easily deceived.
Have difficulty making decisions.
Are usually stubborn.
Are not overly excitable nor are they particularly sensitive.
People who sleep on their back with both arms pinned to their sides
Are quiet and reserved.
Set high standards for themselves.
Are preoccupied with their physical appearance.
Like to be at the center of attention.
Are open to new experiences.”
the concrete armor that floats around me every time I speak. but. I get too attached to all these people, and it still stands. how do you explain that, dearest wall that so typically prevents the heart from getting close?
you know, it’s strange. I could blog just about anything that I liked when I thought that no one knew that it was my tumblr, but now that people do… I just can’t. and I want to make a new one… but I don’t want to loose what a great one I made. lol (; it’s funny actually. everyone thinks that their tumblr thing is so awesome. but there are others who would disagrwee
logical processes through which we find the supposed solution we were doomed to find in the first place. and then there are those; the complex natured structures that we can never quite completely rap our heads around. how I wish, you would try to comprehend just may be a fraction of an inch of what was in mine.
if we let ourselves go, we could fall for anybody.
it’s the people you least expect… that surprise you the most. in a good way. or… a bad way. somehow I feel like the 2nd one is applied to me :/ just when everything is going so good, it falls apart
so I’m making a list :)
Les Misérables – by Victor Hugo
One Hundred Years of Solitude – by Gabriel García Márquez
A Wrinkle in Time – by Madeleine L’Engle
Jane Eyre – by Charlotte Bronte
Prequel to Jane Eyre: Wide Sargasso Sea – by Jean Rhys
Pride and Prejudice – by Jane Austen
The Goose Girl – by Shannon Hale
Clockwork Angel – by Cassandra Clare
Anne of Green Gables Series – by L. Montogomery
DUST LANDS SERIES – by Moira Young
Divergent & Insurgent – by Veronica Roth
GOTCHA – by Shelly Hrdlitschka
Keeping the Castle – by Patrice Kindl
The Iron Fey Series – by Julie Kagawa
Catcher and the Rye – by J. D. Salinger
The Great Gatsby – by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Gone with the Wind – by Margaret Mitchel
Lord of the Rings Series – by J. R. R. Tolkien
The Help – by Kathryn Stockette
John Green Books
Stand Alone Series
Hating Alison Ashley – by Robin Klein
Just as Long as We’re Together – by Judy Blume
Looking for Alibrandi – by Melina Marchetta
Under the Net – by Iris Mursoch
The Stranger – by Albert Camus
Midnight’s Children – by Salman Rushdie
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo – by Steg Larsson
The Book of Ruth – by Jane Hamilton
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