Thoughts With Natalie

After two years of plaguing my "personal" Tumblr with a lot of personal shit, I realized that most people who follow me probably couldn't give a shit about what I am writing so I am going to hide it here. I have this thing about keeping private thoughts...

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(via No, I Will Not Fund You)

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To Britain With Love

The perfect solution for the predicament America has found itself in.

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I Don't Feel Sad When Celebrities Die

Celebrity culture shouldn't result in people being more upset when a superstar dies than their family pet.

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When Pixie Dust Isn't Enough

The not-so-magical Disney days.

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I've been lying to my friends about my recent habit of smoking other people's cigarettes and I don't know why I keep lying to them cause they won't judge me cause they know that I used to smoke but like, I just can't bring myself to be like "oh, the reason why i owe this boy cigarettes is because i smoked half his pack" instead I keep telling them it's because I spilled a drink on his pack and ruined them, which is only half true. I did spill a drink on him, but he saved his cigarettes in time.

Guys. Why do I keep lying to these people? I love them. 

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Hey 22 followers that follow me for some reason. I'm gonna be spamming this shit for a while so you should probably unfollow me unless you really want tfios tour to come through florida as well.

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I'm starting to feel like the roommate that like everyone just, like, tolerates. It's not like they dislike me, they just don't have a real use for me. I dunno.

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I'm tired of coming home from work, going immediately to bed, then waking up just before I have to leave for work. I've been doing it all week and it's really miserable because it's starting to feel like there isn't life outside of Target and although today is my last day, I am dying on the inside.

But I work with Jake tonight so that will make my night better, God wiling. 

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So, at work, I'm all like aaahhh Tony but today I was like oh but, look at beautiful, charming, darling, sweet Adam and oh fuck. I should not crush. It is not cute or sweet or charming or nice or anything. It's awful.

Tony's married, for Christ's sake. But Adam. Adam is twenty three and not married and only sort of in debt after college and is middle management at Target and my soul sings for him to notice me. Oh Chirst,

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I got white girl wasted last night and now I've been up since six am and I feel like I'm going to vomit. I only had half a bottle of rum too, so basically I'm the fucking worst all of the sudden.

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I so easily tell people about my life and I hate that about myself. I feel like I give away parts of me to people because I'm so loose lipped and no one ever tells me anything in return like I tell them and that is so frustrating. I don't want to be the girl who rambles on and on but I am. I wear my heart on my sleeve. You can tell at a glance how I'm feeling. If I'm sad or happy or indifferent. You can see it in my eyes, in the way I walk, in the way I talk. You can hear in it my voice without ever saying what's up. I don't know how to hold my cards close to the chest. I don't know how to mask this shit. But I want to. I don't want to be so... transparent. 

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Might have a crush on a really good friend of mine. Weird feelings tonight playing games with him. Like, whoa. Probs not ever gonna happen but man, something weird was triggered in my brain tonight.

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The fact that without fail, once a month on the first day of my period I get so nauseous that I cannot eat and cannot even smell things without throwing up is not fair. I called into work today because I spent most of my morning in the bathroom puking out my soul as a celebration of not being pregnant. 

Fucking body.

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It's weird because religion is such a prevailing theme in my writing lately and I'm not sure why I am constantly drawn in that direction. It's a lot of fall of grace type stuff. Pastors cheating on their wives or quitting their jobs "to find themselves" or illegitimate children. 

I need to find a new hobby, I think.

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Fucking one friend with his fucking conscious and making us do fucking stuff with the fucking "friend" that is a fucking jerk that I cannot fucking stand.

wonder-fucking-ful

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I think my friends and I made a silent, unspoken agreement with each other to freeze out the problem within our group and it is quite amazing that we could do this without once ever having to have a conversation about it.

GO US.

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If they're not here by 3:30 I'm going to text them and say I can't go because at that point it would be pretty fucking hard to get to and from in time for me to go to work. Jesus FUCKING Christ. I am so FUCKING mad right now.