Please put on some pants. It would be a holiday gift for all of us.
PS: You too, Miley Cyrus.
ATTN: MELANIE (last name will be removed for tumblr purposes)
please learn that pants are ALWAYS , i repeat ALWAYS, optional.
taylor momsen- i love you. please continue to not wear pants.
as for miley cyrus, you’re a whore. no one likes you. please put on pants.
Jilly, she’s like 17! Pants become optional when you are AT LEAST 18, if not a bit older. You’ve got to think of the legality, here!
let’s think this through. do you think I wore pants when i was 17? nope. and i didn’t even look half as good as taylor momsen. plus, seeing her in pictures in the cold w.o pants makes me feel like going out in public w.o pants in nyc is acceptable. i need that kinda reinforcement.
so i hate wen girls take pictures of themselves, 3/4 naked, and it’s clear they’re “sucking in their stomach” or watever. like.. you’re not hiding it well and you’d probably look better not doing it anyways, that’s not a good look for anyone.
13884.) I always thought best friends meant "forever" not "until someone better comes along." I just miss being your best friend, I miss being your friend period. I really wish we could start over, but you're too consumed with being "popular." It's sad really. You just ditch your best friend since kindergarten for "someone better."
1. if you have yet to see my dorm room, i have OCD.
-OCD is significantly better, but maybe just bc i don’t have time for it. 2. i need a job.
-want more than need. 3. i’m really bad at this whole “going to classes” thing.
4. my insecurities are constantly in a fight with my attempt to be original.
5. i hate that nail polish always chips. 6. i wish i was brave enough to get this tattoo i’m now obsessed with.
-now i’d probably get it, just not skinny enough for it. 7. i definitely think karma exists. 8. i get lonely constantly yet i separate myself from people too often. 9. i’m quiet but that doesn’t mean i have nothing to say. 10. no matter how impersonal, unintentional, or unserious something was meant to be- i will take it personally. 11. i care what you have to say no matter if you’re a stranger on the street or my bestest friend and i take it to heart. 12. i’m saving up for the pink louis vuitton stephen sprouse collection key chain, since the bracelet is the price of my house.
-got that shit. 13. speaking of 13, i’m seeing britney spears march 13th!
-happened. loved it. 14. i have an emotional attachment to every mayday parade song that directly connects to a relationship i’ve been in. 15. i thought i had a long list of what “my type” of guy was but it’s really just “asshole” 16. i wanna work in runway production when i graduate.
-changed. stylist? maybe. 17. my stomach hurts from the not fully cooked cheese quesadilla i just ate from KD 18. i’m really excited for punk goes pop 2 that comes out in 2 months.
-worth the wait. 19. i obviously already started listening to whatever tracks have leaked onto the internet.
-although i clearly didn’t wait. 20. i always admit when i don’t know something, rather than pretending like most people do. 21. getting married and/or having kids was never in my life plan. 22. unlike when i was little, (if you hvnt seen my dorm already) i love hot pink. 23. i never used to like shoes but now i’m kind of obsessed. 24. i love meeting interesting people who teach me about things i dont know anything about. 25. i have a zebra printed phone, cup, and sweeper.
i wrote this 10 months ago. started out in response to everyone posting those “notes” on facebook of “25 random facts about yourself” that you’d tag your friends in.
i mean, hey, this is my blog right? i’ve had it long enough, might as well put some of myself in it for once.
current music: Maria Mena current mood: exhausted, disappointed, in love. it sucks.
sometimes i think everything i do is just a means to attention. but i always hate attention. and i hate those who crave it. hate’s a strong word. sometimes i think everyone strives for attention. like when people write notes. and tag all their friends in it. and make a grunting title about how they were forced into writing those twenty-five facts about themselves they spent a half-an-hour precisely picking to make sure they sound original and awesome but portray themselves the way they want to be portrayed. whether those twenty-five facts show the real them or not but what’s real anyways. finding the answer to that would be great but i never really did make that a question so i guess i’ll never know.
sometimes i’m really awkward. scratch that. i can probably make any situation ten times more awkward than it had to be. sadly, that’s not on purpose. after thinking about it, i’m starting to think that i think about things too much. but i’m not too sure. i’ll think about it and figure that out later, thanks to procrastination.
sometimes i think my OCD is me trying to make things too perfect. so maybe i wouldn’t have to try so hard to try to appear “normal” all the time. when clearly everyone else isn’t caring enough to bother, so in actuality, i’m the only one acting differently. odd. But then again, maybe i’m just thinking too much. all the time.
sometimes i think being self conscious is good. keeps me aware of things. the other nine out of those ten times its unnecessary. i’m self conscious to the point where i get embarrased so easily that if i do something stupid in front of myself i’ll get embarrassed. always worrying about what every person is thinking about when they see or talk to you and just you appear to people, even when they aren’t around yet gets pretty obnoxious. and that’s a hell of a lot of worrying. talk about tiring. basically, it sucks.
sometimes i pretend i’m not self conscious, awkward, always embarrassed easily, content with myself, and just obnixously concieted. it’s fun. makes you feel important and like you have a purpose. until someone calls you conceited and then you remember how you probably felt better being awkward and self conscious than portrayed negatively in a way that isn’t even yourself.
sometimes i hate the way i am portrayed to other people but sometimes, for a brief moment, i’m okay with myself and realize that i am how i am and if that’s not okay with them then that’s just too bad. then i probably get nervous because i’m thinking so much and something awkward will happen.
sometimes i can’t remember really great moments in my life. or great jokes. or the meaning behind a great picture. or great people. this year i’ve met too many great people and had too many great experiences to not remember all of them. that’s where a journal is going to come in shortly.
sometimes it makes me sad to compare my life before college to my life here. looking through your own yearbook isn’t supposed to make you want to cry until you realize you’re not there anymore. and then it’s all okay.
sometimes i say i hate my family. and yes, hate is a strong word. being away from them showed me that they really do care & i really do need them and they are the best and it makes me happy who thought i’d ever brag about how amazing my family is not me.
sometimes i think i care about things too much. every tiny part of every tiny situation involving even the tiniest of people will always affect me. in a good or bad way. and when i say tiniest, i’m probably referring to the size of their heart. i’m not sure why i let people affect me so much. but it’s just how it is. i’m always going to care. i should give in and accept it by now.
sometimes i trust people too much. scratch that. i always trust people too much. you can lie to my face, go talk shit about me, come back and lie to me again, and i’ll probably still trust you. i’ll tell you i don’t, but i do. i’ll tell you i won’t, but i’ll continue to. i think i see in people what i want to see or what i think they should be or could be rather than what’s really in front of me. that’s where i need to exit from what’s going on in my head and realize what’s happening in front of me. but, i’ll still probably trust you.
sometimes i tell people i love them. sometimes i do, sometimes i don’t. but honestly, i think people can read right through me. and honestly, if i really love you, you can probably tell. and if i do truly love you, you’ll know.
i’ve been called the most fragile, broken, and sad person people have ever met. sometimes they’re right. and the rest of the time i’m lying.
sometimes i think i love my life. sometimes i think i’m happy with the way i am. this is the happiest i’ve ever been.