January 2012
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Seven of my followers just wished me a happy birthday. :3
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Days Difference- Magnetized
“You were meant...
NEW SKINS
But Matt won’t let me watch it.
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Hannah,
I tried writing you a letter a while ago. I don’t know why I can’t seem to finish anything anymore. In either case, I’ve started school again and things are very busy. I’m setting my standards a little higher for myself this year—I want to get the type of grades you’d expect; I want to be the type of girl that you would have been.
But I am very unsympathetic. And I...
December 2011
27 posts
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Hannah,
Did you ever keep a diary? I always find myself re-reading old text and realizing over and over that I make the same stupid mistakes. I guess I never learn. I’m exceedingly flawed. I’m a near twenty-something cutter with daddy issues. I never know the bounds between friends and beyond. I flirt with everyone—boys and girls. I have little to no empathy for anyone. I scarcely...
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Hannah,
I wonder what it’s like in your family’s home today. I guess I remember you were never too fond of Christmas, but it’s been ten months since you left and I keep thinking about your house. I wonder if maybe they picked something out for you. If they wrapped it and set it under the tree as if maybe, just maybe, today you’d come home. Maybe you’d walk idly...
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am....”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via holliann)
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American Horror Story,
Come back to me soon.
“I want to be alone and I want people to notice me — both at the same time.”
– Thom Yorke (via holliann)
American Horror Story has its finale next week.
Don’t go away. :(
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Hannah,
Do you remember the last thing you said to me? You told me to be strong. I don’t remember why I’d been crying. I don’t remember why you needed to loan me your bravery. I don’t remember so very much about that moment, but I’ve come to replay it over and over like a scratchy 8-track in my room.
I torture myself with the letters you used to send me....
Walk Through Hell-Say Anything
“And if I...
Anonymous asked: No one is asking for perfect. All they want is you. What's so good about perfect anyways?
Anonymous asked: Why are you never satisfied with yourself?
Anonymous asked: have you ever been in love?
All I want for Christmas and/or my birthday is a wooden easel.
I’ve been shopping at art stores online and holy ghost, these are like porn for me.
So beautiful. So poor.
Anonymous asked: You should be happy.
I feel like a part of me is missing.
I feel like I’m some sort of robot now, whirring and churning at the bustling sounds of every morning.
But I’m broken.
I keep leaving cogs and wires trailing behind me.
And I keep thinking I’ve left them with some nice mechanic somewhere.
I keep thinking they’ll come running after me, wrench in hand.
But...
