Reblog if there is someone who you wish lived...
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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.– Maya Angelou (via slightlyinsane)
everybody is somebody else’s weirdo.
everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
everytime i hear the phone ring i hope it's for...
last time, it was. it was the physical therapy place. i have an appointment. ah, to be so popular.
at least i made SOMEONE'S day.
everyone else has something to do on tuesday nights, apparently. i’ve left three awkward messages trying to get someone on the phone to talk to. then chris called to ask if we had a meeting (i got pathetically excited when my phone started ringing). i said no. he said i just made his night. “yup. you’re welcome. bye.” i hate being trapped in this house.
IN A PERFECT WORLD
—bloodbank: (via adjectival, itwas1994, fucknicethings)
I still can’t get out the frustration to gather the empathy I have for...– Kurt Cobain (via whenthecamerasoff) (via kcobain) (via cityyandcolour) (via —bloodbank)
RAIN, YOU NEED TO STOP. SO I CAN RUN.
askdlfj;dksalfjdkaf;jd. i’mma shoot you, weather.
dead, dead meat.
i don’t know. i couldn’t stand it. i couldn’t stand to be in the house anymore. not only was i trapped in the house, but in the basement. our family room and kitchen floors are ripped up, to put in hardwood. our dining room and living room are filled with the crap of other rooms. it was either stay cooped up in the basement and watch the boys play video games, or go upstairs and...
Me: Notes would be appreciated. it would be a nice motivation not to be reckless with my life, I think.
Eileen: Your life itself is obviously not enough. It should be. We can help. We would be glad to. None of us would want anything to happen to you, be it an accident or more tickets...we all love you.
if there is a truth, i’ll never know. things are twisted, backwards, upside down. intricate as the veins on a leaf. i live and i try, i try to see the way the gears work and the cogs shift, i try to hear the ticking of your heart the same way i can hear my own (but that doesn’t mean i’ll understand). life spins me one way then another, and i don’t know which is which. ...
maybe i'm being productive.
i won’t tell you my running time today. i was pushing it, trying to see how long i could last going at a significant pace. it was okay. i’m still more fit than i’ve been in most of the previous years of my life. but it’s certainly not enough. so i’ll run every day this week, just to make myself feel accomplished. then i can make some serious progress by next...
Ben: HEY, GET OFF OF FACEBOOK!
Me: HEY, GET OFF OF FACEBOOK!
Ben: DAMN IT, I WAS GOING TO SAY THAT!
DOG OF THE FEMALE PERSUASION!
Me: YOU DONKEY IN THE BIBLICAL SENSE!
Ben: GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH!
Me: .......GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.
i hate you.
I believe that being silly, verging on public humiliation is good for you, once...– Becca
speaking of. i’m not a runner. never have been, never will be. ‘member that. but i’ll fight for it anyway. and i’ll fight hard. fighting for it will get me somewhere. fighting for it will earn me the right to call it my own. i can’t run fast. and i can’t run long. but i can run. and isn’t that all that matters?
waking up at 5:55 in the morning for running? ...
weary, after a long week of chores and isolation.
i tire of penance.