Brand New Colony, Brave New World.
It brings me into a state of loveliness.
I couldn’t decide which I liked more so here’s both. Ended up with more than one picture I liked for the photo of the day.
Forgive my photo spamming, but I’m trying to get a good picture because of reasons
dont mind me just reblogging this selfie of a very prettyful friend
I’m just really tired.
What I meant was to say was that I really just wanna have someone spend the night with me and run away with me to a new home and a new family who really wants to love
Me, instead of the partial love I get from them now.
I just want a reason to cry, a reason to feel alive, and every day passes by and it’s just, the same.
Living the dream
Everyone says you need to find out your dream, and become it. And I’ve been told I shouldn’t become a teacher, because “that’s not where the money is”. I’m not quite sure how to believe this, but I want to live others dreams, I want to help theirs come true. So I guess becoming a teacher is a start. But it’s in every aspect. I truly am not myself unless I am with others, because through others I can help them achieve their dreams, and spite the comedian I love, George Carlin, and make sure that people’s dreams are made while their awake. And I’m glad I’m not taking the long sleep like I thought was so necessary a month ago.
like. love. adore.: So I'm going on a summer road trip with my Dad
As self indulgent as this sounds; I often feel like my life would make a perfect plot for one of those low-budget dysfunctional family drama black humor tragic comedy indie films, you know?
For most of my life my father and I never really had a relationship, and then when we finally did it was…
I wish you the best of luck. Getting ahold of my dad and making him understand me, is going to be a struggle I’m still working towards with the two of us, with his constant need to assess everything I do wrong, and mocking me not starting things, especially since he never finishes him, and I don’t want to be like him, if I could say I’ve paddled down the same stream as you, it, well your story helped me, maybe now could help you. Best of luck, and you should totally keep a diary of what happens, and then just turn those into a book at the end. I’d read the shit outta that!
24 Regarding The Katy Effect
I have seriously been considering self-publishing The Katy Effect rather than going through an agent. My only issue with this is that I’m afraid no one will buy it. From what I’ve seen, the popularity of self published books by tumblr authors has been rather abysmal. So my question is, if I self published The Katy Effect within the next week, would you buy it?
I would!
throwindown-inthedirtydirtysouth:
I reblog this everytime it’s on my dash. A lot of people think an anxiety attack is always hyperventilating and freaking out. I don’t know how it is for everybody but I can have anxiety attacks where I just feel like I’m not breathing enough even though I am and start getting sweaty, heart races and sudden urge to escape no matter what I’m doing. Most don’t think that’s an “attack” but until you’ve felt it you don’t know how claustrophobic it actually makes you feel.
(Source: comeatmebroo69, via be-careful-what-you-fish-for)
