I don’t even feel sad right now hahha. Today was actually pretty great
August 2010
I find it near impossible to let someone know I'm mad at them
It makes me have to try to convince them of my feelings. And things don’t usually work out that way.
Sad is much easier. Sad is the emotion when you’re alone. Your feelings are all yours.
Or maybe that’s just me. I don’t share my feelings too often in general.
I don’t even think this makes sense. Okay, goodnight
and now that I've sufficiently stalked Matthew Gray Gubler enough for tonight I'm going to watch Criminal Minds instead of doing my summer reading.
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“Annabel Lee” written by Edgar Allan Poe, read by Matthew Gray Gubler
(via elaboratecurses)
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Golden Girls Theme Song by Matthew Gray Gubler
I giggled throughout this entire thing. not even ashamed
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Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else
I feel like this is a stupid question. I’m me, therefore I’m different from everyone else.
:) really loving your answer to this one Hannah
“Maybe crying is a means of cleaning yourself out emotionally. Or maybe it’s your communication of last resort; the only way to express yourself when words fail the same as when you were a baby and had no words.”
—Aristotle (via ashleypeanut) (via lockedupinside) (via appearbeforemelikemagic) (via -liar-liar) (via youwillbe-loved) (via livyluch)
Happy happy happy.
Tumblr is like my dream girl. She's sexy, mixed, intelligent, understanding, nice hooters, apple butt, and has good credit. The only problem is she has a bunch of fake, bratty, disrespectful, spiteful, and self centered children. It's like I love her and I want to be with her. But ugh her kids are just too damn bad.
And yes you are those children.
“I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It wanders to a familiar place. A place I don’t talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me. A place that I hate. I am alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember. Alone with my Family, alone with my friends, alone in a room full of people. Alone when I wake, alone through each awful day, alone when I finally meet the blackness. I am alone in my horror. Alone in my horror. I don’t want to be alone. I have never wanted to be alone. I fucking hate it. I hate that I have no one to talk to, I hate that I have no one to call, I hate that I have no one to hold my hand, hug me, tell me everything is going to be all right. I hate that I have no one to share my hopes and dreams with, I hate that I no longer have any hopes or dreams, I hate that I have no one to tell me to hold on, that I can find them again. I hate that when I scream, and I scream bloody murder, that I am screaming into emptiness. I hate that there is no one to hear my scream and that there is no one to help me learn how to stop screaming… More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn’t alone.”
—James Frey (via littlemiss) (via ashmarie) (via felonymelanie)
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This is my five-year-old drum student. A couple days ago we went over how to record instruments, so I told him to just freestyle some things on the mic while I played piano. He came up with all of this. :)
Genius.
Oh my god.
This is unreal
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