Dear imaginary friend,
There are things I must tell. They can be to my imaginary friend; they can be to you; they are to everyone. There are things I don't want to forget, that I need to remember. So I'll keep that stuff here, and I hope you follow along.
Also: am a big fan of reading, singing in the rain, randomness, poetry, music, daydreaming, harry potter, soap operas, rainy days followed by sunny ones, A's, happiness, news, primary colors, and lolz.
Contact me at dearimaginaryfriend@gmail.com, and I do love email so please don't hesitate!
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Have a wonderful day :)
I won’t say anything like,
“Of course you were bitten.”
You went on the hike.
I knew what was written.
Oh, fights always cause this,
Mistakes, tragedy, death.
There never was any bliss,
Only a world clung to a final breath.
Now you are gone and,
The tides keep controlling
The waves slipping up to the sand,
Their whispers cackling, cajoling.
But actually, your hand’s on the door —
I don’t want to fight. Not anymore.
(via papertissue)
Winter.
I always reblog anything with snow in it.
I really want to fake sick so I don’t have to go to English tomorrow. Because then I wouldn’t have to finish my homework and I wouldn’t have to go to office hours afterward so I can figure out what to write my paper on. And I’m stressed about it because we never finished talking about the last thing we read and she said we were going to finish Monday, and then she gave us another piece to read and had us answer a bunch of questions about it for homework so we could talk about them Monday, and then she said that we needed to have our four sources for our paper and have certain sections bookmarked and highlighted so we can discuss — Monday. Except I still have no idea what to write my paper on, because I haven’t been to office hours yet.
And I HATE office hours. And I HATE writing papers. And I HATE doing homework.
AND I HATE BEING TOLD THREE DIFFERENT THINGS ARE GOING TO HAPPEN WHEN ONLY ONE OF THEM CAN FEASIBLY HAPPEN.
Curses.
(via jesseekkah)
annichan:nowibelieveinme:justlikearockstar:misslazydaisy:
emopotato:suhm:aprilmayo:capriciated
(via lionheartgirl)
(via mountainsaremountains)
Really.
MY FREAKING BAD. I will check my facts next time. Julie.
I’m seriously sorry. I know that pain because people call me Chelsea when my name’s Kelsey all the time.
I’ve now lost all will to live.
SERIOUSLY?!?
If I was in the USA I would strap on some fucking pads and play defense next week. Ridiculous.
No. You don’t even know. It was the most beautiful-amazing weather, and everybody was in such a freaking fantastic mood right up until we missed that damn extra point and then you know, I guess some people were still okay, but people like me immediately thought, “We’re going to lose by a point.” Or two. That point was the difference.
In a lot of ways we’re just totally pathetic. It’s rough. Can’t even deal. Just have to find a way to not think about it.
At least our special teams were good. HAHA. SPECIAL TEAMS ARE OUR BEST UNIT. I wish there was a way for Brandon Minor to be on the field at all times. I feel like no matter what he’s doing we’re a better team when he’s on the field.
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