#thoughtful posts

[iforgottheblueberries-blog]

She got a big booty so I call her big booty

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[stanleyraymondkowalski]

what if had ur mailing address and i sent u stuff

[ravenshermithole]

People tell me I need to 'think' more.

And I sit here wondering why that is so difficult for me sometimes. I can think about the news, I can think about the current events, I can think about what I did or will be doing, what I should be doing. I can think about people, about what's going on with them or what should I be doing for them.

But the moment when it comes down to thinking about myself-thoughts and feelings and how they came to be, I shut down, and I can't dig any deeper.

It's like I'm trying to break my way into my own house' security system and it won't let me in cus I forgot the password and I bought a system too good to be penetrated.

A lot of the times I just give up and not bother with it, it didn't seem important to find the reasoning behind certain things. If it wanted to be discovered..it'll appear maybe? But now it seems the longer I don't bother it's like the house is locking away some monster and I need to get in to tame it before it gets bad. As if it was only recently that I was able to see the monster when I've been living in the same house as it.

So how do I hack through this damn thing? 

How do I tame that thing if I do get in?

I don't even know where to start.

...and now I'm scared cus it's midnight and all dark and shit D8

[bitethisurl]

i want ice cream

[boyvandals]

Is it weird that now I'm less sure if I like the dude I thought I liked

I mean I think I still do.

But I rarely get to see him anymore and I don't know.

I saw him today and he lay on my lap on top of his big fluffy dino and I had my arm over his back and it was really nice.

But I honestly truly believe he doesn't like me and I don't even know if he thinks we're friends.

I want to be friends. I want to know more about him.

But I don't think we'll ever go anywhere.

Which is a little sad, I guess. But I'm happy just liking him, or even not liking him.

Besides, I'd be going away next year and keeping up a long-distance relationship from Vermont to Oregon would be tough.

Hmm.

Well, it's all the same to me I guess. I'll like him, I won't, it doesn't matter. I'll just enjoy living and my last months of being a high schooler.