May 2013
4 posts
I am
not yours.
“instinctively, I felt that I could never love Abek. He did not posses the strength that I had known in my father and brother and that I expected in the man I would love. Had he held me in his arms and told me that he would take care of me and shield me, had he not asked me to kiss him but kissed me masterfully and assuredly, I might have given him the answer he wanted. His weakness...
April 2013
7 posts
Cut my hair today.
4 inches gone. It doesn’t seem like a big deal to you, but I have a legitimate fear of losing my femininity along with my hair. So. Here’s to attempting to find confidence in something other than my hair length.
Running into my ex on a night when I look good
whatshouldwecallme:
This is mainly funny because tonight, I looked good, my ex texted me, and I talked about Star Wars with probably half of the population at Maf’s.
Oh
no.
Nope nope nope.
Crushing on boys is not a thing.
March 2013
26 posts
Feeling sad tonight so just throwin it out there.
Eesh
Insecurities. Bye.
What sucks about wanting to be an artist
is being told regularly that you won’t make it because you’re overweight. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s not with malicious intent, but damn does it hurt to be told you don’t look good enough to do what you love.
What I'm always being reminded of
whatshouldwecallme:
Finding me beautiful
is not a novelty.
Doing dishes at my parents' house
whatshouldwecallme:
February 2013
22 posts
Stress Dreams
Last night, I dreamed about my recital. It was awful.
First of all, there were only like 8 people there, so I got really sad during the first song when I realized that was all that was gonna be there. Then, after the first song was finished, I started talking to the audience and making the best of it that I could. Except while I was talking, my band started goofing off and playing different music...
Whenever I'm running in my dreams
whatshouldwecallme:
When the pizza has arrived
whatshouldwecallme:
(Source: realitytvgifs)
When all of my friends look gorgeous before we're...
whatshouldwecallme:
And I’m just sitting there like,
