painting pictures with the tips of her fingers: Archive

Fucked some nigga that I really hate, And the funny part about it that we didn’t even date

Dec 12th

how much does a polar bear weigh? enough to break the ice;) hi im annie

Dec 7th

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darkness isn’t real, and it’s not the opposite of light. it’s light’s clever idea of a hiding spot while it tries to play a game with you. the light wants you to seek it out… quitters never win, and people who don’t wait for the light after the darkness remain forever blinded.

Nov 21st

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i started talking to my old friends again and im so happy:) i guess i never realized how much i actually missed them

Nov 21st

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Nov 21st

someone from my school needs to call in with a bomb threat so then we have the whole week off.

Nov 21st

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Nov 19th

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there is this girl at my school and she looks like an indian and it bothers me

Nov 19th

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pretty sparkling things. a little home filled with gold and sun kissed atumn leaves. bowls with shiny fish and a wall of pictures. smooth stones from waves washed over and over. ceilings painted clear blue and a room with footprints on the floor. a glass wall and a lady bug that lives in the windowsill. a big shelf of books and a big white room with a piano. I’m always a step behind you. I did...

Nov 19th

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i think my tumblrs gonna be like a diary now ~ so i guess if you dont like that then just unfollow me or something ok yes bye.

Nov 17th

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Nov 17th

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this is a hangover that has lasted weeks. there are a few moments to last summer I wish I could relive over and over again. I laid in the sun today but it didn’t tan me as well as the mid July sun did. there’s a cool breeze and its hitting me that winter is coming. the demise of summer is always the most bittersweet, i remember it clearly even though it’s already ended. today you didn’t...

Nov 17th

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Nov 17th

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she wasn’t pretty when she was younger, not at all really. she was too tall. hair too dark. skin too pale. her veins bled through her white skin like blue-green sharpie on thin paper. she was quiet, very alone. very sad. very smart. she was much smarter than me. she was frustrated by not being able to control everything. unable to control the tides she turned her back on the ocean. she grew up...

Nov 17th

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