So, I can’t bring myself to delete this Tumblr account,
But, I am officially retireing this one.
I have sense made a new one, Follow if you wish.
I hope the candles on your cake catch your cake on fire. :]
When I see your face, There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t change.
Cuz your NOT perfect just the way you are.
“Ain’t no use running, fool! I know where your mama parks your house!”
- Earl Hickey in Pilot
I’m looking nappy but He’s so “gosh darn” adorable.
Nick Powell: [breaking into a rage] Don’t! Don’t feel a thing mom! Ya don’t want to ruin your face. Your pretty face. I’m out there in the mud. I am dying mom. And you’re sitting here with your briefs, and your herbal tea, and your books. I wish you could see me right now mom. So you know how sick I am of you. I am sick of you, and your perfect world. I am sick of you cause it’s not perfect. You hear me?
Nick Powell: Do you remember when my dad died? The first thing that she said to me was, don’t worry about it Nick, this won’t change a thing for you. Ya know I’m like 13 right, all I wanna do is cry, and she’s thinking about my future? She’s always had it mapped out. Ya know I stay here, I might as well retire and die. I mean my dad didn’t even get to retire, he was 46 when he got sick. I’m not gonna let her do that to me.
Lisa: ‘I’m sick, Daisy, we know that. But here you are in so-called recovery, playing Betty Crocker, cut up like a God damn Virginia ham.’
Daisy Randone: My father loves me.
Lisa Rowe: I bet. With every inch of his manhood.
Dr. Crumble: Susanna, four days ago, you chased a bottle of aspirin with a bottle of vodka.
Susanna Kaysen: I had a headache.
I know what it’s like to want to die.
How it hurts to smile.
How you try to fit in but you can’t.
How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
The crazy thing is, you’re not crazy.
Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy, it isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified.
If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.
They were not perfect, but they were my friends and by the ’70s, most of them were out living lives. Some I’ve seen, some never again, but there isn’t a day my heart doesn’t find them.
I’d like to be like you one day. <3
Maybe you can write all your wrongs.
So, I haven’t been on here forever and a day,
And everytime I come back, I’m like “sorry Tumblr I have neglected you, I’ll make it up to you” and It’s always a broken promise. But this time I’m back for a while you guys.
Also I have just been glancing around, and http://alexaface.tumblr.com/page/8 Your blog’s really awesome! :]
You used to make my heart smile, now you only make it cry.