December 2010
November 2010
Food's here.
I feel like shit
I haven’t showered today.
Or brushed my teeth for that matter.
I feel weak.
Matt’s bringing me subway.
Score~
REACTION MEME POST
and my personal favorite:
just rebloggin’ future reference~
I just needed these
instant reblog
I'm sleepy, and sleepy Hailey means confessions.
So before I had ever gotten a tumblr, I came to you asking if it was easy or not. You told me it’s slightly difficult, but easy as cake to get used to. I took your word, and got a Tumblr, and I wanna say that you were the first person I ever followed. Then one day, when I posted about my bulimia and self-abusing, you said to me Just saying hello<3: I read your post about how you give yourself bruises. I cut. You tell people, and all they tell you to do is stop, right? It never helps. I know how you feel. Just keep pushing through it. You’ll be okay, eventually to the point where you won’t need to hurt yourself anymore. You’ll be okay. You don’t have to post this, by the way. It was just to let you know that you’re not alone. <3. You gave me some sort of hope that I’m going to be okay. I’m slowly starting to not throw up every thing I eat. I haven’t in a few days, and I wanted to indirectly tell you that I’m thankful of you. I got on Facebook earlier today, shortly after I posted about not being able to breathe, and I saw that I had a message from you, stating your concern for me. I got happy and junk. Thanks for calming me down in a way. You’re a beautiful person, and I wish I could meet you.
Okay, i’m done now.
when I see someone answer a message and thinking they work again:
when I wait for the damn page to load:
when I click on my messages and still nothing:
:')
- A: I'm gonna miss you tomorrow, baby.
- H: I'll miss you too, roo.
- A: Who will I sit with in the morning!?
- H: Joe.
- A: FUCK JOE.
- H: It'll be like before you ever met me...
- A: I try not to think about that time back then. That was when I was unhappy Andrew.
- H: Awe, sweetie.
- A: You even said yourself that I looked sad every time you saw me in the hallway.
- H: You looked like you had an question that was unanswered. Like, you were looking for someone.
- A: I was looking for you all along, and now that I found you, I don't want to lose you again.
Is there such a thing as
sex in heaven?
