January 2012
28 posts
“When an Italian woman cooks a big meal for everybody you have to let her know how good the dinner was, before you swallow that bite you should be talking about the bite, once the fork has gone into your mouth noise should be coming out. there should be discussions about it, you dont talk about what you had been talking about, you stop yourself mid-sentence, and your like “mmmm my god...
My mom is flying down for Valentines because she is concerned for me.
I thought I was doing a good job hiding my depression but apparently not. Quite the opposite actually if my mom feels like she has to literally fly down from Seattle to be on Valentines suicide watch.
This is my life.
And lets be honest, i’ve never had a good Valentines day anyways, just because my heart is broken...
1 tag
I have lost my smile.
“His mouth is the forbidden fruit, it poisons you every time you have a taste but you just cant stop eating. His scent, not his cologne but the actual scent of his skin is toxic, killing you with every breath you take as you go to kiss his neck. His hands are like knives to your heart as he runs them over your body. His absence is like death, lonely and cold. You feel nothing, numb in your...
you shouldn't want to punch and kiss the same...
but i do.
Hangover and heartbreak. 2012 and I are not getting off to a good start.
December 2011
5 posts
The east side (aka Bellevue and Kirkland) piss me the fuck off. It’s like OC of Washington. Full of young, rich, white blonde women without a single intelligent thought in their heads. Fact; walking around the mall with the strip on your nose from your nose job DOES NOT make me envy you, it makes me want to punch you in it.
Idiots.
November 2011
4 posts
October 2011
12 posts
