March 2012
February 2012
Death has never felt so tangible. Such a scattered thought, sewn together, delicately. Stitch by stitch. It’s done.
So much to say, but so little time.
If I were to keep all of the shoulder padding that I have cut off of clothing over the years, I could reuse them to make mattresses and everyone in the world would never have to sleep on anything that wasn’t a mattress ever again.
I wanted to make a post about my experience today with my school celebrating black history month but I won’t because there is always that one person (much like the person I dealt with today) that will retort in a way that would make their ancestors proud. All hail ignorance in the U.S.A.
I don’t enjoy being home because it gives me an excess amount of time to think about things I shouldn’t.
With that being said, I have a to-do list, and the first thing to do, seems to be to “kill myself”.
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birthdaypoop asked: Lauren, why you such a G ?! :D
Most of my time is spent thinking about how what I say doesn’t actually matter.
Anonymous asked: what kind of guys generally interest you?
I only want to hangout with people that want to hang out with me, I guess.
