You know I can't construct a poem 'cause words like girls get bored and run. "C'est la vie," I say I've got so many better things. I've got nothing; you should see me. I smoke myself to sleep and blame postmodern things I can't relate like summer camp and coastal states, like alcohol and coffee beans, dance floors and magazines. I think it's safe to say I've only got myself to blame.tehe
Editing my browser history and logging out of Tumblr because I have a friend coming over.
Easy to Fall In Love (Brighten Cover) | This Century
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I teared up when I read this.
And this is just another reason to why I love PTV. ♥
Oh GOD someone get the tears out of my eyes
Pierce the Veil always and 4ever blog
I THROW MY BOYFRIEND IN THE AIR SOMETIMES, SAYING AAAAAAAAAAYOOOOOO, GOING LESBO.
Trillz, I am glad I’m not the only one.
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I can express myself through writing far better than I can speak. I usually stutter a lot in class when explaining something, but when I write it down it’s really clear and sometimes eloquent.
The only life I have ever known ^
I applied for a job. I wrote a cover letter stating my interest and related experience. I stared at the letter for a long time and wondered what else would be relevant to include. I wrote a post-script that said, “I have crippling anxiety that keeps me awake at night.” I struck that line and instead wrote, “I would love to work with you and you can count on me.” I got the job and was very happy.
