Civilisation Is Over, Elect The Dead

I want a cockatoo

We had one once, his name was Fred. He was so adorable, after you’d stop playing with him and walk away he’d always yell out “come back”. I spent so long out with him making him dance & talk. Except when we gave him back, to the originally owners i wasn’t actually sad. I am now though.

I will do it.

I will one day, finish a novel. I have started & stopped too many stories. I need to finish one. Just one. But it’ll be great. I just have to stay motivated!

Its kind of amazing. How much we all change. I’m not saying its bad, not at all. Just looking back at people who i used to be close with. Not bestfriend close, a desperate type of close, where i had absolutely no one so i clung to them. Just remembering how they used to be when i’d spend days with them. The morals they had, the way they spoke, what they were intertested in and now, a bit over a year later its as if i havn’t seen them in years. There was no drama, not terrible fight that caused us to stop talking. We just stopped. There is no saddness when i think about it. Its just a fact. A weird fact. relationships come & go, sometimes they have an effect on you and sometimes they dont.

I have a pimple on the tip of my nose.

-ferris:

I look like fucking Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

 i hate that i can actually reblog this.

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Getting your friend’s attention:

ceeceecalara:

Getting your best friend’s attention:

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I will never fucking forgive you. You talked so much fucking shit about wanting to be a good friend, a fucking best friend. You made me out to be the biggest fucking bitch in the world. Like I was constantly out to get you, like everything I ever said to you was a lie, like everything I ever did was some plan to fucking hurt you. I accepted it. I admitted I was a bad friend. But for the only fact that I knew I could be better. I never, ever wanted to hurt you. Fucking never. Yes, I would get so angry at you sometimes, for no reason at all. Sometimes I couldn’t stand to look at you or to hear your voice. There was so much fucking anger & I don’t know why. But even during those times when there was nothing but complete and absolute hate for you I never ever had a thought of doing anything I knew would hurt you. The times I talked behind your back, I also said it to your fucking face. You turned at some point every fucking person against me. Every fucking person but I couldn’t even cry, I could show no weakness at all. Because for some fucking unknown reason I was trying to live up to what you made me out to be, the strong one, the bitchy one. I always fucking listened, I always fucking protected you, from everything. I got constantly put down & abused when I stood up for you. You are a lying, selfish, fake girl. I don’t know why you can’t admit it, I don’t know why you had to always put it all on me, I don’t know why I fucking allowed you to, and I don’t know why I didn’t try to change. I don’t know why I just laid down and let you walk all over me, but no one fucking knows. Not one person knows how much I did for you because you always fucking leave that part out. But you make sure you let them all know when I ignored you, when I looked at you with hate. I honestly regret meeting you, our friendship…if you could call it that meant nothing. What the fuck did I gain from it other then being hurt? Other then losing respect from other people by letting you make me out to be the bitch. I fucking hate you. Like I have never ever hated anyone or anything in my life. I hope you die alone. I hate you. I have no idea why it has taken me so long to finally be able to write about it. & even now, evem after months & months i still can’t figure out exactly what to say, even after all of what i’ve just written i still feel like i could keep writing forever. writing about how much i hate you. Call me immature or dramatic or say im pathetic for still being affected by it but i don’t care. You’re a terrible person. That is that.

When I see “explain” on a test…

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When you’re home alone and start making noises just because you can.

aloneorlonely:

“hurpy derp, hurpy derp!” is something i usually say

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MY MIND IS A TERRIBLE PLACE TO BE RIGHT NOW.