1. 2
    29
    Apr
    smkudelko: This is a list of the most popular words I’ve used on Twitter within the last year.  It’s pretty accurate, I think.  I’d say these are also the most popular words I use in conversation. I just realized this existed, and how hilarious it is that Steve has managed to make enough comments to me through twitter that my name is stuck in there lol.

    smkudelko:

    This is a list of the most popular words I’ve used on Twitter within the last year.  It’s pretty accurate, I think.  I’d say these are also the most popular words I use in conversation.

    I just realized this existed, and how hilarious it is that Steve has managed to make enough comments to me through twitter that my name is stuck in there lol.

  2. 24
    Apr

    FML Worthy Moment

    My dog has been trying to hump everything in sight, all week. Why’s that weird? IT’S MY GIRL DOG MADDIE. 

    So I’m just thinking she’s gender confused, right?

    Wrong.

    Instead, she was getting ready to go into heat. And she did. Today. And we didn’t realize it until we saw a spot on my WHITE SHIRT. 

    Then we bought her diapers, except that an extra small isn’t small enough. Seriously? Yes, seriously. So my dog has a puppy version of huggies strapped on extra tight, except my mom now thinks that we put it on upside down. 

    So yeah. Now I’m exhausted after my dog’s escapades today. I think I’m going to take a nap and then dye my hair.

    Peace Out.

  3. 20
    Apr

    Wow…

    So, I need to get to a store sometime today.

    I need to get to a store and I need to figure out if I might already know the reason I’m getting sick.

    Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Or maybe, I’m right about it.

    If so, wow. Well, I’ll figure it out soon enough here.

    Peace Out.

  4. 516
    20
    Apr
    shadowsofguilt: xvernishax:tanjaaax:heartswastedlivesbroken:stuckinfantasy:bluedadadeedum:ladystardusttt:mikeyavila:spittinvividly: This goes out to those who have gone rock bottom. I know your life is a bit dim like the skies of autumn, I know that once you hit rock bottom that it looks pretty far from the surface. But listen, you’re worth it all, your depression is not worth a puff from the chron, a pop from the vicodin, a shot from the gin. You got to listen to yourself, wipe your mascara tears away girl, stop fucking faceless girls homie. Get up and don’t let the weight of the world keep you rock bottom, roll it off your chest and swim back to the surface. I know your arms act like a support beam, I know how your hands are melted into your mental, how its keeping your head from falling on your desk. I know how it feels like to get hurt to the point you wanna drop your heart on the concrete and stomp on it. I know how it feels like to sit in your room for 8 hours for a straight month, talking to nobody, looking at the ceiling like it has all the answers. I know how it feels like to put on a fake smile in front of your friends and family. I know how it feels like to cry on the phone and cry on webcam because you can’t take the constant pain anymore. I know how it feels like to fuck someone over because you’re afraid of getting hurt yourself and I of course know how it feels like to get fucked over even if you’re doing everything right. I know how it feels like to work hard at something and it ends up amounting to nothing. I know how it feels like to put in all the effort into someone, who doesn’t put the effort into you. I know how it feels like to inflict physical pain to get rid of the emotional pain. Believe me, I fucking know. But let’s pretend, okay? Let’s pretend you cut yourself and you bleed to death? Let’s pretend you overdose on Vicodin and you fall asleep dead? Let’s pretend you don’t talk about your problems and you keep it bottled up inside to the point you drive your car off the road cause you can’t take the fucking pain anymore? Let’s pretend you don’t believe in your self-worth and you end up forcing yourself to vomit to be at the same level as “Her”. Let’s pretend you don’t reach the surface? And you end up still at rock bottom? Do you want to drown or suffocate yourself? Fuck no! You get up and you fucking roll that weight off your chest or you hold your breathe with whatevers left and you climb or swim back to the surface. This is dedicated to all those who are depressed, who have hit rock bottom, who don’t believe in the positive right now, who believe that their lives are currently cloaked by the security of negativity. I beg of you with the knees of an angel, listen to my words, get up and don’t let the negative shit get you down. Don’t keep your face in the grass, Don’t let your father, your mother, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your friends, your family, OR ANYONE. Tell you how much you are WORTH. Every human life is worth something, no matter how fucked up they are. Each person is worth the title of “Life”. So please, let this post be the medicine, your remedy, your gateway drug, your closure. Let this post be the start of a new life. -Spittinvividly Very influential piece of writing for me to keep looking back on. 

    shadowsofguilt:

    xvernishax:tanjaaax:heartswastedlivesbroken:stuckinfantasy:bluedadadeedum:ladystardusttt:mikeyavila:spittinvividly:

    This goes out to those who have gone rock bottom.

    I know your life is a bit dim like the skies of autumn, I know that once you hit rock bottom that it looks pretty far from the surface. But listen, you’re worth it all, your depression is not worth a puff from the chron, a pop from the vicodin, a shot from the gin. You got to listen to yourself, wipe your mascara tears away girl, stop fucking faceless girls homie. Get up and don’t let the weight of the world keep you rock bottom, roll it off your chest and swim back to the surface.

    I know your arms act like a support beam, I know how your hands are melted into your mental, how its keeping your head from falling on your desk. I know how it feels like to get hurt to the point you wanna drop your heart on the concrete and stomp on it. I know how it feels like to sit in your room for 8 hours for a straight month, talking to nobody, looking at the ceiling like it has all the answers. I know how it feels like to put on a fake smile in front of your friends and family. I know how it feels like to cry on the phone and cry on webcam because you can’t take the constant pain anymore. I know how it feels like to fuck someone over because you’re afraid of getting hurt yourself and I of course know how it feels like to get fucked over even if you’re doing everything right. I know how it feels like to work hard at something and it ends up amounting to nothing. I know how it feels like to put in all the effort into someone, who doesn’t put the effort into you. I know how it feels like to inflict physical pain to get rid of the emotional pain. Believe me, I fucking know.

    But let’s pretend, okay?

    Let’s pretend you cut yourself and you bleed to death? Let’s pretend you overdose on Vicodin and you fall asleep dead? Let’s pretend you don’t talk about your problems and you keep it bottled up inside to the point you drive your car off the road cause you can’t take the fucking pain anymore? Let’s pretend you don’t believe in your self-worth and you end up forcing yourself to vomit to be at the same level as “Her”. Let’s pretend you don’t reach the surface? And you end up still at rock bottom? Do you want to drown or suffocate yourself? Fuck no! You get up and you fucking roll that weight off your chest or you hold your breathe with whatevers left and you climb or swim back to the surface.

    This is dedicated to all those who are depressed, who have hit rock bottom, who don’t believe in the positive right now, who believe that their lives are currently cloaked by the security of negativity. I beg of you with the knees of an angel, listen to my words, get up and don’t let the negative shit get you down. Don’t keep your face in the grass, Don’t let your father, your mother, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your friends, your family, OR ANYONE. Tell you how much you are WORTH. Every human life is worth something, no matter how fucked up they are. Each person is worth the title of “Life”.

    So please, let this post be the medicine, your remedy, your gateway drug, your closure.

    Let this post be the start of a new life.

    -Spittinvividly

    Very influential piece of writing for me to keep looking back on. 

  5. 20
    Apr
    shadowsofguilt: xvernishax:(via simonefiasco) Haha so true.
  6. 3
    Apr

    Just One Stitch

    All it takes for something to fall apart is cutting one little stitch. Just one stitch can ruin something, and reduce it to a mere pile of shreds and odds and ends. 

    I’d just really like to know where my stitch was cut at.

    I’ve got a decent life. I live with an uncle who doesn’t want my mom and I out on the streets. We have shelter. A roof is over our heads, and we have beds to fall into every night when we’re exhausted. My uncle pays our cable bill, well, currently most all of the bills as far as he’s willing to complain about every day whenever he’s in the house and my mom isn’t home. There’s always some sort of food in the house that I can make. There’s always a computer here for me to make sure I complete school assignments every day. My mom was even helping in enormous ways before I stopped her, to the point that she would even complete assignments for me if I’d been too depressed or upset or anything to finish them myself. I can play my choice of about three different gaming systems and my computer to play with whenever I’m bored. My mother lets me drive a lot of the time because she’s really supporting me getting my license. I honestly could go for another year without a job probably before it would be absolutely necessary for me to have one. I have an amazing boyfriend. He is my best friend and the person I’ve been willing to trust enough to share my life with and love unconditionally. I have his love and support whenever I need it. He lavishes me with gifts on occasion, and he lavishes me with love constantly. Even after seven months, we have conversations with real meaning to them, that aren’t forced small talk. There are still things to talk about between us, to talk about whenever and not be bored or to force ourselves to talk and force some form of connection. 

    All in all, I’d like to say I have a really good life. I want for nothing as far as I’m concerned. I have good friends, good family, love, a good home, and a good life.

    So then what stitch has came undone? 

    I’m constantly crying, screaming, or just upset in general. I go through extreme, intense highs and lows in a single day. In a matter of minutes, someone can make me laugh, make me livid, then make me bawl my eyes out without really saying anything that would, in a “normal” person’s mind, provoke those emotions. 

    What is it? Is it the fact that I’m about to graduate and be left without my father’s survivor’s benefits, and no absolutely distinct clue of what I truly want to do for the rest of my life? Is it the fact that because of the benefits going away, my mother will no longer be able to pay the car payments, and be forced to take a second job to keep up with the bills? Is it because I’m pretty much certain I have bipolar disorder, and as soon as I’m 19, whatever kind of medication they’re using to treat me won’t be covered anymore, because my insurance will be gone? Is it because I’m pretty much stressed out of my fucking mind for what the future will hold for me? Is it because I’m hiding it from my grandmother that I never took my SATS, and I in fact, let her down once again and pretty much threw away fifty dollars of her money? Is it because I’m pretty much scared of disappointing everyone with being as unstable as I am?

    I just want to know. Out of all the seams in my life…

    Which stitch is fraying? Which stitch is making the whole thing feel like it’s falling apart?

  7. 18
    Mar

    My Favorite Bad Girl from BGC Season 4 is starting her own music career! Florina Kaja with Kofi Black-Tear it Up. She’s pretty good so far, I can’t wait for her to get an album out there eventually.

  8. 797
    11
    Mar
    [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

    ellefxckingyes:

    graceguava:

    gabriellle:

    jamie-ftw:

    likeyoumeanitlikeyoudo:marlasingerkindagirl:woaah:won-won:youngandundecided:ericstriffler:michnoff:strikegently:

    The Spill Canvas - Tik Tok (Ke$ha Cover)

    This is amazing oh my goodness.

    oh my god can i reblog this?

    This is definitely a creative cover. I give these boys credit for it. :)

  9. 386
    11
    Mar

    15150.) Whenever I walk by the bathroom mirror (which is every time I have to go to the bathroom) I examine myself.

    blogsecret:

    I brush and rearrange my hair. I try to hide my pimples and I straighten my clothes. Then, I look at myself and smile. Happy or sad, I just smile at myself. I tell myself I am beautiful. And most days, I believe it.

  10. 26
    Feb

    I’m totally loving D&G’s fall ready to wear pieces for 2010 from Milan Fashion Week. They’re gorgeous, and knitted, and I’m jealous because I don’t think I could work knits as well as they get those models to work those pieces.

    And I definitely miss my pair of faux fur boots, because all of the casual wear was paired with fur boots or knit boots. But I liked the fur ones better. I need to find mine, or get a new pair. Lol.

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