Gah.
Money.
I need money, therefore I need a job.
But I'm not really trained for anything.
I want to go back to school, but that, again, means money.
I'm considering trying to sell things on Etsy or something, at least as a supplement.
Anybody want to buy art from me?
Money.
I need money, therefore I need a job.
But I'm not really trained for anything.
I want to go back to school, but that, again, means money.
I'm considering trying to sell things on Etsy or something, at least as a supplement.
Anybody want to buy art from me?
I am not something to be taken for granted.
I will not come to you wrapped up in pretty paper and a bow, just to have you rip it all off and leave me bare and alone like some toy that has come to bore you.
I may come in pretty packaging, but somewhere along the way, someone forgot to mark me with a stamp reading 'fragile'.
I've been tossed around; abandoned, bruised and broken.
What was inside is left in pieces.
Most people don't bother to open the box, so everything still looks fine from the outside.
But I can tell you that this smile only goes one way.
Luckily, there is someone who can put me back together.
They may have to do it piece by piece.
It may take years, a lifetime, or even forever.
But if they truly believe that it is worth it to put me back together then they can do it.
I believe, that if there are pieces missing they will find them. If there are bits that are broken they will fix them. And even if I fall apart over and over again, they will have the patience and the passion to put me back together again.
They love me enough to know that even if they can't clearly see what used to be inside, it's something wonderful.
And I love them for that.
♥
I will not come to you wrapped up in pretty paper and a bow, just to have you rip it all off and leave me bare and alone like some toy that has come to bore you.
I may come in pretty packaging, but somewhere along the way, someone forgot to mark me with a stamp reading 'fragile'.
I've been tossed around; abandoned, bruised and broken.
What was inside is left in pieces.
Most people don't bother to open the box, so everything still looks fine from the outside.
But I can tell you that this smile only goes one way.
Luckily, there is someone who can put me back together.
They may have to do it piece by piece.
It may take years, a lifetime, or even forever.
But if they truly believe that it is worth it to put me back together then they can do it.
I believe, that if there are pieces missing they will find them. If there are bits that are broken they will fix them. And even if I fall apart over and over again, they will have the patience and the passion to put me back together again.
They love me enough to know that even if they can't clearly see what used to be inside, it's something wonderful.
And I love them for that.
♥
My boyfriend and I are going to be Calvin and Hobbes for Halloween.
It will be awesome.
Who else knows what they're going to be for Halloween?
It will be awesome.
Who else knows what they're going to be for Halloween?
I really wanted to be Han Solo for Halloween, but I don't think I can afford it.
This makes me very sad.
Does anybody want to give me $200, or suggest other costume ideas?
Hope everyone is well.
Love. <3
This makes me very sad.
Does anybody want to give me $200, or suggest other costume ideas?
Hope everyone is well.
Love. <3
Hey all; I haven't posted on a long time.
I hope everyone is well.
I just felt like bitching a bit and this is the only place I can really bitch about what I want to.
I've been stressed out lately about work, school, money, etc. etc.
Doesn't help that I haven't been laid in nearly two months, either.
I've never gone this long without sex; I feel like I'm having withdrawal or something. It's crazy.
Sometimes I think I'm just a guy with girl parts or something.
Seems like I know tons of people who complain about people only wanting in their pants, yet I'm over here with people who seem like they only want to 'get to know me'. Which is fine, but, I mean, really. Doesn't anybody want to fuck me?
/rant
Yeah. So... yeah.
Loveee. ♥
I hope everyone is well.
I just felt like bitching a bit and this is the only place I can really bitch about what I want to.
I've been stressed out lately about work, school, money, etc. etc.
Doesn't help that I haven't been laid in nearly two months, either.
I've never gone this long without sex; I feel like I'm having withdrawal or something. It's crazy.
Sometimes I think I'm just a guy with girl parts or something.
Seems like I know tons of people who complain about people only wanting in their pants, yet I'm over here with people who seem like they only want to 'get to know me'. Which is fine, but, I mean, really. Doesn't anybody want to fuck me?
/rant
Yeah. So... yeah.
Loveee. ♥
I have purple hair.
I just thought you should know.
More pictures in my album.
Much love. ♥
I just thought you should know.
More pictures in my album.
Much love. ♥
To anyone;
I know none of this really matters, but I think a lot.
I find that I'm a strange person.
I'm not really quite anything in particular.
I'm this, I'm that.
I'm very mature, but often childlike.
I'm a pessimist that tries to act like an optimist.
I'm intelligent, though sometimes do stupid things.
I'm often deep and contemplative, though I can be brash and impulsive.
My thoughts travel at a million miles a second, and though I often feel as though I'm an emotional wreck I've been told I'm a strong person. I mercilessly tease those who I have affection for. Sometimes I feel worthless, and sometimes I feel that I deserve so much more than this world can give me. I wish I could control the way I felt about people, and sometimes I wish truly being a bitch was something that came easier to me. I can be brutally honest, but hurting someone's feelings when I care about them is crushing. I hate lying and I hate liars.
I am the most graceful clumsy person you have ever seen; I catch what I drop and I don't fall when I trip.
Nearly everything is interesting in some way.
I often sit and stare at things just because I think they're interesting or beautiful or even just because I want to study the way the light reflects on the surface.
My heart and my trust have been crushed into tiny little pieces, and though I've tried to glue it all back together you can still see the cracks.
Cry-baby, pimp, ninja, villain, nurse, pirate, jedi, bitch, lover, warrior.
I'm a little bit of everything, and a little bit more.
Yep.
I know none of this really matters, but I think a lot.
I find that I'm a strange person.
I'm not really quite anything in particular.
I'm this, I'm that.
I'm very mature, but often childlike.
I'm a pessimist that tries to act like an optimist.
I'm intelligent, though sometimes do stupid things.
I'm often deep and contemplative, though I can be brash and impulsive.
My thoughts travel at a million miles a second, and though I often feel as though I'm an emotional wreck I've been told I'm a strong person. I mercilessly tease those who I have affection for. Sometimes I feel worthless, and sometimes I feel that I deserve so much more than this world can give me. I wish I could control the way I felt about people, and sometimes I wish truly being a bitch was something that came easier to me. I can be brutally honest, but hurting someone's feelings when I care about them is crushing. I hate lying and I hate liars.
I am the most graceful clumsy person you have ever seen; I catch what I drop and I don't fall when I trip.
Nearly everything is interesting in some way.
I often sit and stare at things just because I think they're interesting or beautiful or even just because I want to study the way the light reflects on the surface.
My heart and my trust have been crushed into tiny little pieces, and though I've tried to glue it all back together you can still see the cracks.
Cry-baby, pimp, ninja, villain, nurse, pirate, jedi, bitch, lover, warrior.
I'm a little bit of everything, and a little bit more.
Yep.
