I haven’t written on your facebook page in ages. I want to, but really, what’s there to say? That you were important to me and even though we may not have been best friends, I still think about you every day? How I’m pissed at myself for not being able to be there for your sisters? How your sister is right when she says that it’s not fair and part of it hurts more knowing that there’s no one I can blame? If you knew anything about us, which I know you did, you’d already know all of that. There’s just so much I want to tell you, but at the same time, so little. Really, I just want to hear your voice and see your smile again. I want to go back to when things were simple and where I could delude myself into thinking your sisters were such young and innocent things that needed to be protected and shut off from the bad things in the world. It seemed so hard at the time, but god I’d give anything to go back to that…
This is going to sound like one of those ungrateful first world problems, but it really sucks that I can’t go to Taylor Swift’s RED tour when it comes to Australia. I get that I’m going overseas in August
(therefore not having funds for the concert) and I’m really excited and grateful for that. It just sucks to hear my friends go on about how they’re going to the red concert when it’s been my favourite album so far and this tour has been the only one that I’ve been interested enough in to want to go. I just hope that Taylor is able to bring out another album that makes me want to go because I feel like I’ll regret it otherwise. Whinge over.
[Trigger warning: Eating disorders] Just a short story (1100ish words) I wrote for an English assignment based off Carole Ann Duffy’s poem of the same name. It’s not the usual style I use for stories, but I decided to try something different, so I hope you like it.
“You have the power to cure yourself with positive thoughts!”
“If you thought more positive then you’d be better!”
“You’re only sick cuz you have so many negative thoughts!”
While I agree that positive thoughts make things a…
This is where Artie gets his “out my way peasants” attitude from. His bad ass mama.
Go to New York Artie! Where you can finally full on experiment with whatever gendered partner you like!
My favorite part of this is Artie’s reaction which is totally “Yup you will and i know it.”
Artie’s mum is awesome ♥
What I liked most about this scene (apart from their dynamic) is how much younger and ~softer~ Artie looked. He is still a kid (as it was shown just this episode), which we often forget, since he has been the secret leader of ND from the start (wow, four years!) and he really likes to play up his director tendencies. But at home he get’s to be a boy too.