February 2012
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Me: Why am I still single?
Brain: You're weird as shit, lol.
Body: And you're fat lmao.
Face: Plus you're pretty ugly too lmfao.
Food: Don't worry babe, I'm here for you.
Insane in the Membrane: After you →
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After you, I kind of stopped taking a chance with anything it seems. I stuck with what I knew best and what made me the most comfortable. Familiarity was a pseudonym for defense that almost everything I’ve done in my daily routine became simply that. Routine. Mundane. Sundays before Mondays that…
January 2012
“Nobody cares if you can’t dance well. Just get up and dance. Great dancers are...”
– Martha Graham
That kind of woman
Insane in the Membrane: I can understand why some... →
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I can understand why some people need new people to enter their lives to get over people in their past. It’s easier to get your mind off things, but at the same time, it’s not satisfying at all. Nothing can be taken with full satisfaction when you’re still trying to hold on to the past, or when…
Insane in the Membrane: Dr(I've)n. →
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The only driven thing about you was…
the fact you had me screwed over. I refrain from calling you a tool, you screwdriver. I refrain from calling you the curse words my mouth mouths during bad traffic. Yeah, you got me driven too. Maybe you used the mileage in my s(miles) when you test drove me….
You speak the mind which I cannot express in words the way you do
Insane in the Membrane: L(over)s and Fri(end)s →
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December 2011:
While waiting for our table to be called, I wrote the word “some” on the top of his hand. He looked at it, rolled his eyes and smiled. I grabbed his hand again and wrote on the top of his other hand, “ful”. He looked at me puzzled, and then I laughed a little to myself.
Little…
Ahhh.
JustSomeFoodforThought: You know those... →
justsomefoodforthought:
You know those conversations that you plan ahead of time? The ones where you plan your responses, down to every word, and the tone of how you’ll say them? Ya, the ones that never go the way you planned, where you don’t end up saying what you intended.
Don’t let that happen. You planned those…
This fucking describes it all.
We Will Be Censoring All Of Tumblr Tonight At...
odiare:
fuckk dissss shit.
seriously?
How do you sleep with the rain hitting on your window so hard?
play the instrumental music
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