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sing me anything.
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so ive gone through ten pages of tumblr and i dont have the patience to go further to catch up. oh well. My birthday is on Friday! The BIG ONE EIGHT! :)
Happy Birthday Olivia!!!!
<3
um i mean pre-Birthday!
That Was the Craziest Game I'd Ever Played in my Life.
Leaving for New England.
Tumblarity is currently 44 (highest it’s ever been).
Feeling pretty good.
Expecting to come back home, already depressed because I’m back in the swamp- and being kicked while I’m down by a 0 Tumblarity.
I should really stop letting things do that to me.
Maybe I just wont let it. I think that my new idea is that the lower your tumblarity is, the more fun you’re having in the real world.
Alright that works.
PLAN:
writing myself a welcome home note on the bathroom mirror for when i get back
finishing running around to make sure i have everything
reading harry potter until we get to south carolina
sleeping (maybe)
reading harry potter until we get to new hampshire
hang around for 2 weeks
read life of pi until we reach south carolina again
sleep (maybe)
read one flew over the cuckoos nest until we reach the swamp again
continue with normal summer customs/ school work (hahaha. riight.)
bye.
Haves fun!
ily.
Exactly how I feel.
Hmmm
So, I’m thinking about high school.
I had some good times.
Some bad times.
But overall…I enjoyed it whether I admit it or not.
It started my dreams, and gave me visions of where I really want to be.
In High school, I was sure of myself.
I knew who I was and I was secure in myself.
High school taught me that no matter how much you do of something,
no matter how good you are at something and no matter how you do it,
you just can’t please everyone.
It made me feel a little better about getting into the “real world.”
High school showed me that not everyone is your friend and that you certainly
cannot get along with EVERYONE.
Now though I feel like I can be anyone I want. I can do anything I want.
I can be someone completely different.
I can dye my hair crazy colors and wear different clothes.
I can wear weird make up and talk funny and no one will care.
I can be the person no one knew I was.
This is what matters now.
Who I am now matters far more than who I was in high school.
right?
Exitentialism On Prom Night
When the sun came up,
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets,
Sprawled across the bed,
And we were dreaming,
There are moments when,
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we’re keeping it,
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would…
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
we’re glad for what we’ve got,
Done with what we’ve lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us,
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would,
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would….
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything.
"Oh dear, I can’t tease you about that, And what a shame it is for I dearly love to laugh"
— Elizabeth Bennet
Now Tyra this is feirce and sexy.
Its sort of like,
I’m waiting for him to realize he’s in love with me.
I’m waiting for my life to start.
I’m waiting for everyone to realize how special I am.
I’m dying for you to notice me.
I’m loving who I am.
I’m discovering who I am still.
I want to completely change my appearance.
I want to look completely different when I move.
I want to start over.
Everything will be different.
