The taste of the honey still sweet on my tongue...

seaghost:

(via animalsandmonsters)

Stoned & lol’n.

foalsinwintercoats:

uselessmine:

foalsinwintercoats:

uselessmine:

foalsinwintercoats:

I feel like I’m missing out on being a young adult. I remember back in high school when I would just waaait and wait and wait to graduate and “do something with myself”. But… what AM I doing with myself?

Seeing those videos and pictures of ODU’s flash mob just made me feel so… sad. Watching all those other kids scream and pack themselves in that (my? our?) library just made me feel so inexplicably lonely.

Why wasn’t I there with everyone else? Why wasn’t I ever there? I’ve been there for a semester and never once set foot in the library. Or a dorm. And I’ve only been in Webb Center once. I went there for an entire semester and never even went inside the fucking library.

I went to one party and had a beer. Whatever. I felt so out of place. Like when you’re a kid and you walk into the opposite sex’s locker room, except this locker room was an apartment complex and was filled with drunk people. I sat there and let loneliness suffocate me until I made up some bullshit excuse about how I had to go home. The only thing worse than lying to other people is lying to yourself.

I think what I’m trying to come to is that I keep holding myself back from what I’ve wanted for so long. But now, I’m not sure if this is what I want. I’m not sure if I even know what I want. I’m not sure if I even remember what it feels like to be happy.

Being one of the drunk kids at the party isn’t any more fun. Do something that makes a difference, its so much more fulfilling.

But that’s what I’m sayin! The only single thing that fulfills me anymore is writing and sex. But mostly writing.

Psh girl at least yo havin’ sex.

Girl boo not for like a month. I love where this conversation is going

Girl boo like two and a half months and still counting.  and i know. SEX TALK YAY.

foalsinwintercoats:

uselessmine:

foalsinwintercoats:

I feel like I’m missing out on being a young adult. I remember back in high school when I would just waaait and wait and wait to graduate and “do something with myself”. But… what AM I doing with myself?

Seeing those videos and pictures of ODU’s flash mob just made me feel so… sad. Watching all those other kids scream and pack themselves in that (my? our?) library just made me feel so inexplicably lonely.

Why wasn’t I there with everyone else? Why wasn’t I ever there? I’ve been there for a semester and never once set foot in the library. Or a dorm. And I’ve only been in Webb Center once. I went there for an entire semester and never even went inside the fucking library.

I went to one party and had a beer. Whatever. I felt so out of place. Like when you’re a kid and you walk into the opposite sex’s locker room, except this locker room was an apartment complex and was filled with drunk people. I sat there and let loneliness suffocate me until I made up some bullshit excuse about how I had to go home. The only thing worse than lying to other people is lying to yourself.

I think what I’m trying to come to is that I keep holding myself back from what I’ve wanted for so long. But now, I’m not sure if this is what I want. I’m not sure if I even know what I want. I’m not sure if I even remember what it feels like to be happy.

Being one of the drunk kids at the party isn’t any more fun. Do something that makes a difference, its so much more fulfilling.

But that’s what I’m sayin! The only single thing that fulfills me anymore is writing and sex. But mostly writing.

Psh girl at least yo havin’ sex.

foalsinwintercoats:

I feel like I’m missing out on being a young adult. I remember back in high school when I would just waaait and wait and wait to graduate and “do something with myself”. But… what AM I doing with myself?

Seeing those videos and pictures of ODU’s flash mob just made me feel so… sad. Watching all those other kids scream and pack themselves in that (my? our?) library just made me feel so inexplicably lonely.

Why wasn’t I there with everyone else? Why wasn’t I ever there? I’ve been there for a semester and never once set foot in the library. Or a dorm. And I’ve only been in Webb Center once. I went there for an entire semester and never even went inside the fucking library.

I went to one party and had a beer. Whatever. I felt so out of place. Like when you’re a kid and you walk into the opposite sex’s locker room, except this locker room was an apartment complex and was filled with drunk people. I sat there and let loneliness suffocate me until I made up some bullshit excuse about how I had to go home. The only thing worse than lying to other people is lying to yourself.

I think what I’m trying to come to is that I keep holding myself back from what I’ve wanted for so long. But now, I’m not sure if this is what I want. I’m not sure if I even know what I want. I’m not sure if I even remember what it feels like to be happy.

Being one of the drunk kids at the party isn’t any more fun. Do something that makes a difference, its so much more fulfilling.

lovingdead:

(via yerawizardharry)

One more week. Only one more week.

(via witchbabybaby)

women can only cook and clean. thats it.

hey this summer i had fake nails and i liked wearing my glasses.

HELLO JERK FACE STOP HONKING YOUR HORN RIGHT OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO MEET MY FIST. THANKS.