stillfirstinspace asked: MAybe I'm totally misreading, but I thought I read a post awhile back where you said your summer was just working and waiting for your boyfriend to call or text you back? Story. of. my. summer.

haha yup, that’s pretty much what it is. It’s getting better, but incredibly slowly. i work the same amount, if not more, than my boyfriend and its just frustrating trying to have a consistent conversation when he barely even tries to talk when hes not working. sure people get busy, but a boyfriend should want to talk to you and want to make time to do that. idk

All I do is wait.

And it’s pathetic.

It’s even worse that the loudest thing in my room is my ticking watch.

Tick tick tick.

Fuckin damn.

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

playparky:

watcha gonna do with all that junk

all that junk inside that trunk

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I am so sick of feeling bad for being mad.

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insydejoke:

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLO

Mix tape coffee table

iamhok:

i swear if i move next i want to get a bunch of really cool furniture!!

今度引っ越したら絶対おもしろい家具をいっぱい買おう！

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i really liked this movie.

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lookie my new flower for my badge holder thingy, made out of the caps to drug bottles.

yayayayay nursing

I was nervous from the start that our muscles might tear us apart
Are muscles tearing us apart?
From the words that carve our lives to the words that take us by surprise
I was never taken by surprise.
From the sounds that disappear to the changes we begin to fear
I can hear you clearly.
One day I’ll fail to breathe and all you’ll have are memories
All we are are memories.

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