I definitely get a rush of joy after I unfollow someone…
@1 month agoANONYMOUS since 2009
I like to party and I like art. I'm a writer and a filmmaker; empathetic and passionate.
My tumblr is like a time machine. I look through it to see who I once was, I wonder who I am today?
@1 month agoNow I feel like I just come on here every time I’m sad or heartbroken. What an interesting journey this blog has been through. Having an anonymous blog has been one of the best decisions I’ve made, though.
I’ve realized that I’m honestly just so closed with my real feelings to others. Telling people simple things that they don’t think much of literally brings me pain and discomfort in the moments prior to and during my confessions.
Well, there’s kind of more heartbreak, not really, but just a “what if” that I ruined that reminded me of events that took place over a year ago now.
That scares me. That my initial despair began over a year ago and I still haven’t begun to recover. Sigur Rós is helpful tonight.
@3 months agofinally telling someone that you fell in love with a girl then he starts to talk about how he won’t ask to watch and he used to like lesbian porn because there weren’t very many dicks in it and he won’t ask to watch but maybe to join
@5 months ago with 1 noteI met a rando on the “Occupy Wall Street” website chat and I’ve been talking to him for 3 hours… this is weird but we have a connection….
@5 months agooh shosanna, i love you, but having both the background and icon as you was bias towards just one of my favorite characters/films. there needed to be room for my new obsession which is Stanley Kubrick.
repeat after me:
change is good.
change is good.
change is good.
change is good.
change is good.
Anonymous asked: wont it get wet
haha well i’d probably turn the shower on, then smoke the bowl, then get in the shower.. it’s just a means of covering up the smell with the fan, and having nobody hear it
@6 months agoHeartbroken, once again. I am the genius of relationships that never happen.
@1 month ago with 1 note
This is the end of a poem I just wrote, this part illustrating a panic attack - I want to appreciate every moment but my anxiety tells me otherwise.
Thoughts?