he had a death grip on one of my machines and it took everything in me not to yell LET GO YOU LITTLE BASTARD THIS MACHINE IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR HOUSE
instead i just tickled him until he let go and gave him back to his mom and oh god is it over yet can it please be over
nothing is in place
the bits of my brain don’t match
how did i get here?
and sit there staring at the word carpenter trying to remember where the accent goes until your brain clicks that it’s actually the English word and THERE IS NO ACCENT, BRAIN. IT’S ENGLISH. GET IT TOGETHER.
fuck, shit, ass, fuck, damn
my eyes are heavy, my head
screams “please let me sleep”
Bless you, astheoceanblooms for showing me James Blunt’s twitter. What a snarky little bitch. He’s wonderful.
there are moments when i can feel my heart beating inside my chest and it sends my brain into overdrive. a plethora of ideas and thoughts and fears come bubbling from this increased pulse like a geyser opened up in the center of my being and then it’s gone.
i’m left with this fleeting emptiness that’s soon replaced with the feeling that nothing ever happened at all. did i imagine the whole thing? where did it all go?
what if this isn’t real? any of it? what if those feelings are my self, my actual self, trying to wake up from this strange and slightly boring dream I’ve been stuck in for so long…
or I could just have like, a heart murmur or something.
Clementine; smoking is bad for you, girl.
its another day
routines, caffeine, & cigarettes
we can make this last
i came home today to find my sweet pup dead in her bed. we wrapped her in her favorite blanket and buried her in the yard, next to her mother. i’m devastated, but in a way i’m glad she’s no longer in pain. being 16 years old couldn’t have been easy.
My sweet sweet Peanut is 16 years old and she had a cyst burst on her tummy. She’s too old and frail to survive any sort of surgery. We’re laying outside together in her favorite spot cruising tumblr. My heart hurts. My everything hurts.
Me: well no just random stuff..
Me: you really wanna know?
Me: I was thinking there’s a funny smell in my car and it kind of reminded me of novo chips which are these fresh fried potato chips and I was thinking I could sell those but I would have to be like “buy my chips!!! they’re still a starch though so don’t buy too much”. Then I would get famous and be a guest judge on Chopped and someone makes sweet potatoes and I have to be like “I’m allergic to these bro ur so chopped”. But mostly I’m thinking about my dog and how I don’t want her to die before get back home or after or ever.
Me: yeah so you know… nothing.