No Romeo, Gatsby.
I want someone to love me the way Gatsby loved Daisy. Raw, unfiltered, passionate, angry, grasping love. Someone who would count each time a light flashed before his eyes, for five years, knowing and never loosing hope that he would one day find me again. Someone who would protect me at all cost. Someone who would steal me away from his own party to plan our life together. Someone who saved my...
I can feel it.
Summer is near, life is good y’all. Life is real good.
Delta Gamma - Service for Sight →
Hi y’all! Texas Tech Panhellenic is having a competition. Whichever sorority gets the most likes on their organization’s photo will receive $100 towards their philanthropy. Delta Gamma’s philanthropy is Service for Sight. Service for Sight is just what it sounds like. It is helping anyone that has glasses or any form of visual impairment. Currently, my chapter, Gamma Xi is...
I’ve recently started to fall in love with myself, and since then,...
I AM SO SICK OF FEELING LIKE THIS WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO FEEL LIKE THIS DAMN IT I JUST WANT THIS FUCKING FEELING TO GO AWAY
"Good morning beautiful, how was your night?"
Will someone just stay up and text me until I fall asleep, and then when I don’t reply, send me a “Goodnight beautiful, sleep well.” texts for me to wake up to? I really, truly, just miss having someone to talk to.
I mean that's cool, right
One of my close friends is modeling today for Carolina Hererra. I’m over here like, ‘what am I doing with my life.’
People are going to talk shit about you. And if they don’t, you’re...
I’m just over everything. I feel terribly, and selfish, and alone. And I hate myself for feeling like this. I want to change my outlook, My opposition. But, it’s so much harder than it may seem. I was fine for a week or two, But now, Now I’m back to the way I was. I knew this would happen, But I was fine. I was fine, and I was happy. And now, Now, I don’t even know...
I can’t handle feeling like this anymore.
All the air sucked out of your body Cringing your bones clinch tight. Headaches rise to your skull, Pumping blood so fast to can see it, Bursting through your skin. You try to scream, But no one is around to hear you, So did you really scream? You want to cry so erratically and irrationally, But your heart aches as if it has been wrung Through the wringer with an anvil attached to it....
Eat. Pray. Love.
Eat. Pray. Love. No, not the book, or the movie That’s what I am going to do, Or start doing, Or just do better. I need to consume things that only help, Not hurt my body. Things that my body needs, Things that my body wants. I need to better my body, better my mind, better my life. I need to dig deeper into the Word. I need to re connect with Him. I have slowly found the path, I just...
To be honest, who want’s perfection any way? I mean if you were perfect, what lessons would you learn? What friends would you have? What memories would you have? I love my imperfections. I am Imperfectly, perfect.
Over it. I’m just over it all.
If there’s someone for everyone, I must be no one.
It’s been a while. So much has happened. So much time has passed, Piling memories upon memories, Heavy thoughts upon loaded minds. And it seems as if it won’t stop long enough to catch a breath, to shut it’s eyes. And it just keeps happening. Over, and over again it happens without any warning. it’s unstoppable, Unfortunately. Undefinably ripping through everything. ...
You’re terrible. You’re literally being a terrible friend right now. I’ve tried. I’ve done what I could. But you’re literally being a terrible friend right now. I’ve reached out. I’ve called you. I’ve shown up. All for what? n o t h i n g I get nothing. I get it. You don’t agree with what I do, and you want to travel. I get that. Just tell...
The trouble with most people is that they sit around wishing for something...– Cinderella. I guess fairy tales do have some truth to them.
Your face to the palm of my hand.
I want you to love me again. But thinking about it, I feel like in a way you still do. If you didn’t care at all, you would have deleted my number when she told you to in the first place. You wouldn’t have continued to talk to me, Even though we live across the country from each other. Even though you kissed me when you were drunk, The touch of my hand to your face sobered up your...
A thought for the new year.
“I think, perhaps, people who create, do so for one reason. They so desperately want die and yet also live forever. So they take their souls, their blood, pain happiness, they take all of their being, and forge it into something, so dear, so true and beautiful, it will last an eternity.” This is the most true thing I have read in such a long time. People who create have nearly a...
you’re literally the most annoying person on the planet right now. go away.
go away please. you’re constantly pissing me off.
It's just an outlet sometimes.
Will you just text me so I can stop staring at my phone and go to bed already? I mean damn.
I wanted that so badly. And yes this is probably inappropriate but I like you...– Someone just told me this. My heart melted. I want to cry.
December 21st, 2012
End of the world confession? I’m really not as strong as I seem. I don’t want you now, but I’d trade anything for how it used to be. Maybe I do want you now. But what you said to me? That cannot be erased. But I miss waking up to your sweet face each morning. I guess, I don’t know what I want. I know what I am, lonely. Not quite alone, but indeed lonely. Like I said,...
Sorry, I'm not sorry.
I think I’m a little bit okay with women being classified under men. Don’t ask me why, but I’m a little bit of a woman of tradition. I think that the woman should stay home with the children, and make dinner when her husband comes home from a long day of work. I think that is an honor. Men should stand before women, and be the ‘man of the house’. Yeah, I’m...
Walk like you have three men walking behind you.– Oscar De La Renta
some people are just bitches
Something about being home just makes my heart ache, and miss you even more
I want to run away to New York. Spend the day roaming the city. Meet some people. Crash somewhere. Wakeup the next morning, and know it was not all a dream.
FUCK YES I JUST FOUND ALL MY OLD MUSIC FUCK YESSS
Keep your head high, and your heels higher.
It really doesn’t matter who I was. It matters who I am now.
Hey, Hi, Hello.
I’m literally sitting right here. The girl that you keep talking about, That’s me you idiot. Run through the ringer, Stretched thin, and dry. I am right here, Within arms length. All you have to do is reach out And touch me. You are an idiot to think I don’t see you Constantly standing there, Desperately searching for her. Stop searching, and look At me. I fit your want ad. I...
Finals Week, Shakespeare Edition
To sleep, or not to sleep that is the question Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to study The slings and definitions of terms Or to take rest against a sea of notes And by opposing end them? To study; to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: there’s the catch For in that sleep before my finals, what terms will I loose When we have finished this hellish week, We must breathe: there’s...
Umhi. You’re sitting next to me. Kaybye.
Be careful in thinking you know what you read.
You’re the biggest tease to me. Damn, you are so attractive. And the way your hands hold my face as you press your lips agains mine, and then slowly bite the very edge of my bottom lip, sends shivers down my spine. Oh the way that you hand holds mine. You are strong. I feel safe with you. You wrap your arms around me, and nothing can touch me, nothing. I breathe you in as your eyes lock into...
She’s just one of those people that you love to hate, simply because you...
Like we're gonna die young.
It’s 1:30, and I’m already ready to get fucked up. Tonight’s going to be fucking crazy. I can’t wait.
Darling, it was good. And right there where we stood was holy ground.
For my readers,
I want you to know that what you read on this page has more depth and thought behind than you may realize. A love poem, is not always a romantic love poem. Sometimes it is so much more than that. A story is that with history and memories formed into something new, or a “breath of fresh air” rather. This empty space of the internet is my safe haven. It is my canvas, awaiting my words to...
The truth is somehow always unbelievable
I miss the soft touch of your finger, slowly tracing the outline of my face, as you gently place your lips upon mine, embracing me in the most amazingly pit falling kisses. I wish there was a way for you to know, and truly know, that I have been nothing but honest with you. I have never let one lie escape my teeth. But you won’t hear it. You won’t hear the truth. People say lies are...
If you really get down to it, my boyfriend’s alter ego is a thug, and mine is a nerd. Opposites really do attract.