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PSA: To All New Followers!
First off, I love all of you! I can't believe I have so many of you lovely people looking at my shitpost's. Secondly, I have two blogs. My second blog is allworththistorture and it is my aesthetic band blog. Just in case you didn't know. I know many of you who are following me have band blogs and are not following my other blog, so to get more band content also follow that one. Have a wonderful day my lovelies! <3
30 Day Letter Challenge:
Day 3:
Dear Mom and Dad,
So, uh, where do I start? Thank you for birthing me? No... that's so normal. Uhm. I love you? No.. That's normal too... Okay. Here goes nothing.
I know you guys work your ass off to support me, and to give me everything I want, etc.. But you say I'm ungrateful for it. Which I'm really not. I am incredibly grateful for everything you guys do for me. I very much so appreciate everything.
Mom, I know you have a lot on your shoulders now a days, but you need to stop smothering me. I know it's hard, and that you have less than 18 months left with me. But please, let me breathe. You've raised me well. Thank you for that. I know you didn't mean the words you tossed around when I was younger, and up until now. I know it's hard to control your anger and your depression. I know you didn't mean anything you've done to me. I know. I forgive you. Your baby is growing up. I'm nearly 18 now. I know, the years have gone by. I know the past couple years have been quite a journey. Very rocky, with me telling you that I had depression, anxiety and that I have self-harmed. Also, with me coming out to you, telling you that I've gotten addicted to cigarettes, failing classes, back talking you, being an overall asshat and brat. But you took everything like a champ. And I thank you for that. And things are finally evening out. Finally. For both of us. I just really want to thank you and tell you that I love you.
Dad, I know you work a tough job. You have basically no free time, and that when you do, you want to sleep or are in so much pain. I know that you take your pain medication to make the world go away for a little while. But Dad, I love you. And I don't have much time left with you. Everything went by too fast, Dad. You were always at work, I was always with Mom. I'm nearly 18, and I'm grasping for my childhood. The last thread is about to break connecting me to my childhood. Let's face it, we don't spend enough time together. And when we do, you're bagging on me for grades and about college. But I don't say anything because, hey, you're actually talking to me. I just wish you would do something with me. Anything. I just want to spend time with you. I know the things you're able to do are limited due to the car accident, but even if we just went out to see a movie, that'd be nice. I just miss you. Even though we live under the same roof, I miss you Dad. I love you. I want to thank you for all of the great advice you've given to me, and being supportive of my decisions. I love you.
Guys, I think you've done a pretty great job raising me, even under the circumstances and the odds against you. Thank you. It's my turn to take the reigns on my life. And with knowing you guys raised me, hell, I know I can do it correctly, and if I have any bumps in the road ahead of me, I know you're always there for me. I love you.
I promise not to burn my dorm room down, but can you send me duct tape?
~Nicky
30 Day Letter Challenge.
Day 2:
Dear Crush (Emma),
Technically, you aren’t my crush; you’re my girlfriend. But here is a letter to you. Emma, when you came into my life and I realized I liked you, you sat across from me during lunch. You would nibble on your sandwich and sketch in your sketchbook. You always wore cute shirts and those messy converse. I had to build up the courage to speak to you, and once I did, we always talked. Whether it be about Harry Potter, Doctor Who, or Sherlock, we talked. I started to walk you to 5th period Psych, and steal your Hobbit book. I would lightly flirt with you in a nerdy way. This year, we were in stage crew together and I fell so damn hard for you. I fell for how you walked, how you talked, how you pushed your hair out of your face, everything. It was a difficult road to get where we are now. Two months of waiting patiently for you, two months of me holding you and flirting, and approximately 60 nights straight of talking to you until midnight. Two months of calling you beautiful. In November, I kissed you in the prop room, and out by the buses. I carried your messenger bag, helped you study on the auditorium floor, talked to you under the nest, and tickled you. You came up behind me with and air pump and blew it on my neck, all of those memories I cherish. It was not until December 6th (The night on video chat) that we started dating. It was not until December 10th that I went to your house and we both asked each other to date one another in your den, officially. Since that lovely day, it has been a wonderful adventure. From spending time together, cuddling, going on little dates to the movies, talking to each other, and everything in between. I cannot wait for more adventures. You are my mystery novel. I love everything about you. How you have one piece of hair that doesn’t quite go behind your ear, how your eyes change color, your giggle, how you’re so intelligent and mature (immature at times), how you twitch your face when I poke your nose, how you love to write and draw, your morning voice, and your taste in music. Everything. I love how you make me feel. Butterflies every morning when I see you, the way you drive me crazy, how I feel completely loved by you. How I trust you entirely, love you genuinely, and talk to you honestly. You’ve saved my life. And changed it for the better. I feel safe in your arms. I fear nothing when I’m with you. You have made me a better person. I love how effortless it is to love you. It just comes to me. I mean, how could it not? You’re perfectly imperfect. You’re everything I could ever want or need. You are everything to me. You mean the world to me. I love you, Emma. I am so perfectly in love with you.
Always.
Yes, you can have my warmth, and I might just steal the car one night.
~Your angel, Nichole.
First off, it took John months to finally come to the conclusion to let Mary back into his life. Second, when you love someone like that, you do take them back. Even though they hurt you or they lied or whatever. You get sick of putting the energy into hating someone. You want these important people back in your life. You don’t forgive and forget. You just…let it go. It’s not worth it.
30 Day Letter Challenge.
Dear Best Friend (Emma),
I've known you for about three years, and this past year we've gotten pretty close. And I'm really thankful for that. You've literally saved my life. Remember that time in Drama with the air pump? That was the best. And all of the walks we've taken. And when you call me a "goofball" or a "dork" I love it. You've been my best friend for a very long time, and you will hopefully continue to by my best friend forever. There is something to be said for someone who tries to lift your spirits when their spirits are down. That's exactly what you have done. You came to my house in the middle of the night to protect me from the demons in my head, you took walks with me and sat with me in the prop room while I cried. You shared laughs and smiles with me. Warm hugs and soft goodbyes. You have been my rock, and the person who stays up with me until 3 in the morning. The person who really honestly understands me and cares. Who listens to my stupid guitar playing and my off key singing. Who has stuck with me through really, really rough times and who tells me that I'm strong; that I deserve to have air in my lungs. The person who has told me to put down the razor blade, and to pick up my pencil. You and I talk about how we are going to be college roommates and move to England together. And how we are going to travel. We fangirl about Doctor Who and Sherlock and Anime. We make fun of each other lightly. You let me look at your drawings and laugh, I let you see the parts of me no one else does. You're my best friend, and you're my girlfriend. I don't think that combination could be any better. I love you. I promise to god I'm never leaving. And thank you so, very much.
Love Always,
Your Dork.
Dear best friend (Rach),
Dude, you've been here for me through so much. You and I chill together and listen to music and bitch about how stupid people are. We eat food and talk about our problems, and how much stress school is. And what we want to do when we grow up. I met you at open mic, back at 6/11. Just when I first started playing guitar. And you told me that you liked my hair. And I didn't know you were Bailey's cousin. And then we just became friends. Really close friends. I know we might go at each others throats some times, and that I can be a raving bitch and a prude. And you can be a stoner and a bitch too. We might both call each other losers and lame. But somehow in the end everything turns out alright, y'know? It's like no matter what we go through I still have your back and you still have mine. We can still be those rebels that we want to be, we still have time, right? We still have our teenage years, they aren't slipping by that fast, right? Damn, I remember when you were 13. What the fuck happened. We grew up and lost sight of things. And now we're scrambling for our childhood to come back. It just slips away. But we won't slip away from each other, you go that? We're going to be best friends, and you're going to be my maid of honor at my wedding, and I'll be yours. We're going to spend nights scrolling through tumblr listening to The Caged Elephants acting like idiots. I love you, you little shit.
Here's to you,
Nich.
Dear best friend (Richard),
Man, we've known each other since 8th grade. And we've been at each others throats since 8th grade. But you're still one of my best friends. We've had classes together and lunch together and we want to do the same job when we grow up. We are in a competition over grades and intelligence. I fuck with you about getting a girlfriend, and you fuck with me about who I'm dating. We go back and forth and sometimes we're a little mean to each other. But we've always got each others back. We complain about the ignorance of humanity and how we're smarter than most people. And the other day you said something that scared me. You know, I've been friends with you for so long, you've got to realize I'm not going anywhere. You're my best guy friend. You get me. We can talk and not miss a beat, and you don't think I'm crazy when I talk about killing everyone. We talk about video games, and which gun is better on COD (I still think it's the commando, you're wrong). And we play online and you beat my ass (only because you have no life and just play video games) (I kid). But you're really awesome, and you were there for me when no one else was. When I had no friends at all back in 8th grade. And that means a lot to me. So thank you. You're pretty damn amazing.
Dude, you've got to stop being lazy in Euro and Bio,
The girl who will always be there- Nichole.
Uh oh another post I was tagged in
1. Favorite symbol from Supernatural? Okay I don't really watch the show but I have seen enough on my dash to know that the anti-possession tattoo is the bee's knees
2. Have you ever taken part in a fight? Like a physical fight where two people duke it out and people everywhere are encouraging to do so? If so then not that I can remember.
3. Do you remember your dream in the night? I can remember bits and pieces of a dream. Like last nights dream involved minecraft along with 9, 10, and eleven.
4. Do you enjoy singing? If so, what kinds of songs? I like singing by myself. I will sing to mainly rock or alt. rock songs. I have been known to sing to instruments instead of actual words.
5. Anything big planned anytime soon? Not really. At least not at the moment. Probably see a baseball game on my mom's birthday.
6. Any siblings? Yes! I have one sister who is a year younger than me.
7. Who did you want to be when you were a kid? I wanted to be a teacher for the longest time. Then I realized how much I hate standing in front of people talking and that idea went down the drain.
8. Favorite school subject? I REALLY liked psychology and mythology when I went to school.
9. Any cosplays done or planned? I went as 11 for halloween last year if that counts.
10. Tell me one thing about yourself? I really enjoy buying people things. I'm told I shouldn't do that so very often because then people will start to take advantage of my bUT I DON'T WANT TO BECAUSE OF THEIR FACES IT'S SO CUTE uwu
11. Smile? No. :D
MY QUESTIONS
1. What's a useless fact that you know?
2. Can you play any instruments. If so, what is it?
3. What sort of hobbies do you have?
4. Favorite swear?
6. What is one song you can't stand to hear?
7. You wake up only to find that you're in your favorite show. How fucked are you?
8. What are you reading?
9. Have you ever consumed the alcohol?
10. Two fun facts about yourself!
11. Marry, fuck, kill: Sherlock Holmes, Pavel Chekov, and The 11th Doctor
That person needs to take a course in grammar. It's *you're. Excuse you. You illiterate bitch. When you try to insult someone, at least have proper grammar.
I agree with you. There’s always going to be those kind of people in life and it’s sad.
