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I'm Maurica. I'm stupid and impulsive, and most of the time, I don't think before I act. I'm also quite aloof. Another negative trait, I am terrible at comforting people. I can't just sit there and have you talk without putting my thoughts into it. I abhor wasting my time so I don't put that much effort into people, unless they're the ones who matter to me. I'm not saying I don't talk to people, I'm very friendly, I'm just distant. I'll give advice to anyone who needs it. And I won't care if you don't follow it because it's your life. I'm all about doing what you want and what makes you happy. That's what I live by, and I hope you let me do the same. So let's be friends, ja?
i don’t ever use this dang thing anymore. shit’s been intense lately.
"I think there is something beautiful in reveling sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So I don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling anything is good, I think. Maybe that’s sadistic of me."
Joseph Gordon-Levitt (via littleredmaurica)
seriously, this man speaks my thoughts. in love.
(via jenessyinparis, thespiritwolf)
every girl’s crazy bout a sharp dressed man
this crush on him hasn’t been since inception, it’s been since I first saw him in Angels in the Outfield.
This reminds me of inception, very very much. Like it would be Cobb’s perspective of Mal.
Am I the only one that had dreams about Inception after watching it?
Minimalist poster for Inception
Want.
i loved it
i hadn’t gotten my period since before i got raped. it had been like 2 months. but i assumed it was just the anorexia or bulimia that put it off, because eating disorders do that, and stress. out of nowhere, i got this pain, it felt like someone kicked me in the crotch with a steel toe boot with 4 inch spikes on the front. my insides were contorted. i was burning up and i felt like i would have puked if i had eaten anything that entire week.
i shot for the bathroom, and when i looked down, blood was pouring out. i didn’t know what was wrong, i thought i was just getting my period. and then i was sitting on the toilet, because it hurt too much to stand. it was the equivalent to someone shoving a meat cleaver up my vagina. then, i heard a strange dripping noise.
when i looked down, i dry heaved. there was a little ball of cells floating in cherry red water, in the toilet. i knew the truth, i had to face it. i thought i was pregnant and i was attached to the idea of having a baby. i thought it would make everything better. i didn’t have anyone, so the baby would just love me for who i was.
i walked out of the bathroom, and my mom asked me what was wrong, and i said “i just got my period.” and she was so excited. she clapped and hugged me. but the moment we stopped, she was heartless. and i wanted to cry so bad. i was in so much pain. she gave me some pill to knock me out. i took it, but i just puked up fizz from it. it didn’t put me to sleep because everytime i closed my eyes, i saw that little thing, surrounded by blood.
i felt so fucked up. i couldn’t even look at myself, i knew i killed the kid myself. i knew i did it. i had razors hidden all over my room. i started on my legs. digging the razor in as deep as i could. i didn’t even feel it. all of a sudden, i broke down crying. i cried until everyone went to bed.
then i slipped into the bathroom, with my trusty razor and an exacto knife.
i licked the blade of the razor, until blood was pouring down my torso. it looked like a waterfall died red. it was enticing, seeing all the blood. until i thought of the scene in the bathroom earlier. i got horribly disgusted. then i knew i was worthless human crap, so i grabbed the exacto knife. i pressed that blade so hard into my vein, i could hear it pop. i never felt so fucking righteous in my life.
pretty soon, it was like i was watching a movie. i was so detached from my own body, i was floating over it. all the blood pooled on the floor, it looked beautiful.
i started a shower, because the blood was drying and i didn’t like how it felt.
but that was the last thing i remembered, because it all faded to black.
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What really inspires me? I am always inspired by things that happen in my dreams. Usually, my dreams are filled with stories that are just waiting to be written. Or they have beautiful scenes that I just hope to continue in a story or paint.
Day 01- Guilty pleasureDay 02- Something that inspires you
Day 03- The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why
Day 04- What you imagine paradise to be like
Day 05- A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life
Day 06- Earliest thing you can remember
Day 07- Favorite cover of your favorite song
Day 08- Someone you think would make a good president
Day 09- Five things you want to see change
Day 10- A dream you had this past week described in detail
Day 11- Favorite picture ever taken of yourself
Day 12- Your favorite musical artist’s life story
Day 13- A memory that never fails to make you laugh
Day 14- Best mashup you’ve ever heard
Day 15- A moment, phrase, or song that has changed your life the most
Day 16- Something that you want to do within the next five years
Day 17- What you want to remembered for
Day 18- A picture that makes you feel
Day 19- A passage from a book that has touched you
Day 20- A band that you immediately liked and the song that made you like them
Day 21- Your favorite medium of art
Day 22- Someone you would give your life up for without question
Day 23- Most awkward first impression you feel you’ve ever given
Day 24- Something you did as a child that other people remember you for
Day 25- Something you would do if no one stopped you or if you knew you wouldn’t fail
Day 26- Your definition of love
Day 27- Your definition of the meaning of life
Day 28- A moment you remember being completely happy in and a description of why you believe you were. What is your definition of happiness?
Day 29- What you live for
Day 30- Ways you believe you have grown over the past thirty days
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My guilty pleasure is rereading the messages between me and the guy I like. And saving the texts that I think are cute.
And texting him “good morning” things, so he has something nice to see when he gets up for work.
Day 01- Guilty pleasure
Day 02- Something that inspires you
Day 03- The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why
Day 04- What you imagine paradise to be like
Day 05- A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life
Day 06- Earliest thing you can remember
Day 07- Favorite cover of your favorite song
Day 08- Someone you think would make a good president
Day 09- Five things you want to see change
Day 10- A dream you had this past week described in detail
Day 11- Favorite picture ever taken of yourself
Day 12- Your favorite musical artist’s life story
Day 13- A memory that never fails to make you laugh
Day 14- Best mashup you’ve ever heard
Day 15- A moment, phrase, or song that has changed your life the most
Day 16- Something that you want to do within the next five years
Day 17- What you want to remembered for
Day 18- A picture that makes you feel
Day 19- A passage from a book that has touched you
Day 20- A band that you immediately liked and the song that made you like them
Day 21- Your favorite medium of art
Day 22- Someone you would give your life up for without question
Day 23- Most awkward first impression you feel you’ve ever given
Day 24- Something you did as a child that other people remember you for
Day 25- Something you would do if no one stopped you or if you knew you wouldn’t fail
Day 26- Your definition of love
Day 27- Your definition of the meaning of life
Day 28- A moment you remember being completely happy in and a description of why you believe you were. What is your definition of happiness?
Day 29- What you live for
Day 30- Ways you believe you have grown over the past thirty days