Dad- So we’re getting the dog in about 2 weeks, and it’s black and white. What’re you naming it? Me- Peekaboo! Mom- Peeka peeka! (like.. pikachu.) **silence** Me- Mom shut up. Dad- Jac, shut the fuck up no one’s laughing. Mom- Well, I’m laughing..
I really miss having a sister. I miss having someone to talk to about anything, no matter waht. Someone who was there for me wherever, whenever. Someone who would listen to me, no matter how stupid my problems were. Someone who would sit up with me all night. I miss having someone that completely…
I really miss having a sister. I miss having someone to talk to about anything, no matter waht. Someone who was there for me wherever, whenever. Someone who would listen to me, no matter how stupid my problems were. Someone who would sit up with me all night. I miss having someone that completely understood me. I miss having someone around who could make me laugh all the time, even when I was crying my eyes out. I miss it. A lot. Every night it seems, I lay up just wishing you would come back home to us. It’s just not the same with you gone. No one’s happy anymore. Especially me. I just keep hoping this is all just one big dream, and I’ll wake up and you’ll be in the room next to mine, smiling happily as always.
“Love means holding onto someone just as hard as you can because if you don’t, one blink and they might disappear forever.”—Ellen Hopkins (Impulse) | submitted by todayithought (via quote-book) (via -nothingbuthonesty) (via kaylenjf) (via letsdanceon)
Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After you skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they’re tight. Smoke gunpowder and got to school to jump through hoops, sit up and beg, and roll over on command. Listen to the whispers that curl into your head at night, calling you ugly and fat and stupid and bitch and whore and worst of all “a disappointment.” Puke and starve and cut and drink because you dont want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For a while. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it’s too late because you’re mainlining it now, straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can’t stop. Look in a mirror and find a ghost. Hear every heartbeat scream that everysinglething is wrong with you. “Why?” is the wrong question. Ask “Why not?”
Just Let It Roll, Dear Maria. I'll lay with you Six Feet Under The Stars. I'd Stay Awake just to be with you. Cause you know we'll be Remembering Sunday. The day we both ran to Vegas. Come One Come All and see that This Is How We Do. And we'd always be singing Holly Would You Turn Me On. Cause you know we're both Shameless. And maybe someday we'll be on The Beach. We'll be Poppin' Champagne and reach for the stars. So I guess you can say it's all So Wrong It's Right.