February 2012
me: *leaves room and walks into kitchen*
dad: hey she came out of her hole
dad: it's like you live in a cave
dad: we haven't seen you in a while
dad: it's like you're a gnome or troll or something
dad: you only leave to stock up on food
dad: oh and there she goes
dad: walking right past me with her food
dad: see you in a few days
All day: Tired.
Time to go to bed: Not tired.
when i’m bored at home alone, i just do my makeup. then i end up going to bed- so i wash it all off. just great…..
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then...”
– Karen Marie Moning (via soul-surfer)
everyone: what do you want for your birthday?
me: band merch.
everyone: what do you want for christmas?
me: band merch.
everyone: you are the hardest person to shop for i never know what to buy you.
me: I'VE TOLD YOU, BAND MERCH, BUT YOU NEVER GET IT FOR ME. JUST GOOGLE MY FAVORITE BAND'S MERCH AND PICK SOMETHING I DON'T EVEN CARE I'M GOING TO LIKE IT NO MATTER WHAT. BAND MERCH BAND MERCH BAND MERCH.
Fear is ice, and its touch is cold. Sometimes it burns, funny, how something so cold could burn as though it were fire. The cold glass-like thing melts though, you just need to let it touch you. The heat from your body will swallow it up, and it’ll be nothing but a puddle of water at your feet. That’s how fear works, you need to face it before you can conquer it.
