RULE 1 OF TUMBLR: Must reblog the creator every time he appears on your dash.
if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have met some of the best people I have in my life right now.
How is it that your so called forgets about you the second she tries weed? She sits there and always forgets about me now. She always says “sure… I guess..” Like WHAT THE FUCK. I fucking hate her now since she thinks she is the complete shit. Like stop you’re a fucking freshman that nobody gives a shit about. And go ahead and have my ex. I hope you have fun eating my leftovers. Bitch. 👌✌️
Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”
I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.
The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?
The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?
Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”
No wonder none of us know who we are anymore.
Get rid of your boundaries and the universe is yours.
i know i reblog this a lot but fuckin look at it
when my wifi stops working so do i
Life is full of possibility. Don’t let your decision be chosen by your boyfriend or mind. But with your heart and soul.
I find our imagination so ridiculously amazing. I mean we can sit there for hours and think or come up with certain scenarios about what could or what may happen in the near future. Its also so amazingly dumb of us to think about having and putting a stupid guy ahead of our dreams. I mean doesn’t any girl out there care about themselves more than they care about some guys approval? And just to let you know that guy will most likely not be there to judge you in the future. So why do we try to impress other people with who we are? We just sit there and pretend to be some innocent girl that has nothing to do with their high school or college classmates. We sit there and take the blame, or we allow ourselves to come down to the people we hates level. We also don’t put the Lord before our own goals. Because in the end, the Lord chooses your path. But, its up to you on what you want to do with that path. Either go the path less chosen, or follow in everyone elses shadows.
What will you let your destiny be?
Be yourself. Why would you try to be anyone else? Cause of a boy? A boy who will break your heart for no reason at all? Yeah, no thanks. I’d rather find myself before I try to have a serious relationship. I don’t want to be like every other girl I? Society, I want to be ME.