January 2011
9 posts
the rebirth of a tumblr
dylansfirstblog:
I’m not sure why I decided to revive my tumblr. It’s probably out of a desire to fan the flames of my ego with the notion that people might actually read this. If you are, thanks, and look for cool posts. That’s what people do on tumblr, right, post things?
This is me reblogging you. *strokes ego*
but i just don't want to.
I don’t want to hate the world. And why should I? Because I live a priviledged life? Because I have never known starvation? Because there are many who are much more underpriviledged than I? No. There is undoubtly suffering in the world. And there always will be. But I cannot hate society because it has put me in a position where I dont have to endure such suffering. I feel that for many,...
no matter.
The people in the past who have done us wrong are gone, because the pain they’ve caused no longer exist in the context of the present. We should treat them with acceptance, not quite forgiveness, but a sense of accepting them as a person and the present rol they take in your life. It is no use to hold a grudge, for that will only impair the happiness of the present, and make us more hateful....
WE ARE YOUNG!
We will never live, or learn, or love as fast as we do now.
amin mela lle: ∞ | on relationships. →
kaitlinvalerieryan-:
I’ve spent some time thinking about relationships. By “some time” I mean all of the moments in my life where I’ve felt this horrible feeling of longing for whomever my significant other may be. I feel as if everyone is fast forwarding through their relationships. We somehow skip the beginning and…
Last paragraph completed my night tonight. Thank you blogger.
i've almost forgotten about how great late nights...
sometimes
I get this fear inside me which comes from the thought that nothing last forever. We may be teengaers, but our feelings are ever constant, if not, even magnified by the brevity of our lives. I understand that life is about taking risks, but I’ve always been scared on the inside. Would I give it my all? And could I trust myself with the responsibility of such an option? Last night, I had a...
perfect
I’m going to the college of my dreams.
I’ve got an amazing boyfriend.
I’ve figured out who my close friends are.
I’m doing great in school.
I’ve got a great job.
But yet at times, I find myself crying without reason. Maybe it’s just a hormonal thing.
Whatever it is, it better stop soon.
"it's okay, you need it more than i do."