there's this way.

There’s this way I always say goodbye.

I never thought about it much, but I suppose it grew into a habit. I don’t like ending things, as wrong as they are for me sometimes. I try not to say goodbye, unless I mean what goodbyes mean - the end of something.

I’m going somewhere far away. And it’s only a stitch of time in our life, but I’m already missing my best friends, my handful of buddies close to my heart, my dog.. It feels like an end to something, since things will change without me there to experience together. So while it feels like I’ll be leaving forever and my life will change completely, I won’t say goodbye.

I love you guys.

I’ll see you when I see you.

when I say.

When I say QUIT, I mean everything.

Everything. Everything. Everything. And I’m going to make fucking sure I erase that part of your life that I hate with everything I am. Those Asians can suck a dick, get STDs, and die on the streets of the slutville they go to school in because they know they’re failures for not getting into a better school anyways. And this is a fact. People talk a lot when they roam the streets pissed drunk and wasted.

“I hate how people from UCSD and UCLA think we’re idiots. We’re not dumb, we just party more”

No retard. You are dumb. And your stupid ass knew you wanted to get into a better school but couldn’t make it. You want to know why stereotypes are made? Cause fuck ups happen and the whole world knows your a fuck up and label you as a fuck up - it’s not a stereotype, just an exaggerated truth.

The problem with dumb kids is that they don’t ever admit their mistakes. They don’t admit that in the end, they are retards for fucking up in the first place and getting them to where they are in their pitiful lives. It’s not about what their IQ actually is, aren’t they fools for letting their futures slip away? No real genius would ever let potential go to waste. They think they’re smart? Prove it.

And you wonder why I bash on the things you do. Look what happened. I was right, but I suppose it’s the most painful “I told you so”. I want to kill people, I really do. I want to burn buildings. Destroy your stupid club. Murder those posers who think they’re doing something with their lives.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

I’m so angry, I’m destructive.

And amongst everything else, disgusts me the most.

Now there’s no way in hell I am not reblogging this.

Love the music connection. Copics make the art piece look beautiful! It’s a little ironic she used so much paper to make something that is supposed to conserve trees and the environment…

Who wants to help me make one of these? Project 1 of 2011!

jaaydizzle:

Holy cow. I’m a sucker for art videos and music. But this is something else!! I love the whole message: Save Our Environment.

money. →

Money, makes the world go ‘round.

So my third post, I’m following my resolution - so far anyways. Good thing I made sure to make the resolution a little gray, not so binding and static. I can post anything and it only has to be every other day. So today, it is a link (you have to click on the title!) I’m starting to love this tumblr queue button, for the those days my brain decides to spill everything I’m feeling to make up for the days my walls refuse to come down to allow my fingers to type what I really want to say to the world.

People really need to read more, myself included. I wish I had the motivation to scroll through the New York Times app on my phone and read through it while sipping a caramel macchiato. Everyday, I would be reading at least a handful of newspaper articles and enlightening my sponge-like mind (which has been dried out by weed, alcohol, and mindless partying). On my free time during vacations, where I won’t be caring about the terrors of the world, I can calmly read books of enjoyment on my kindle or any other e-book reader that would be environmentally conscious to not waste paper.

That should have been a new years resolution, to read more often..But I know, day by day, with more and more things to do in our busy lives I will run out of time to read. Like the rest of America, I will slowly succumb to being ignorant to corrupted reality.

Like this one. Parents can now not only buy their kids to into high schools, colleges, high society, but internships and jobs as well.

Money. Money. Money.

Whatever happened to going through life on your own power?

tumblr necessity.

I can see the need for tumblr when your head is about to explode with emotions.

But, I feel like those massive re-bloggers can hold off a bit before they search for hilarious images to re post. Don’t be offended though. I’m not saying I don’t enjoy those stupid gifs, the funny faces, the cute places to take pictures at. I’m just saying, I wish I had a little more content to read. I blog because I have feelings. I have memories. I have thoughts. I blog because I want to prove that at some point in this continuum of time, I was alive.

I blog because I live.

So it’s not like you have to stop reblogging posts or posting multitudes of other people’s pictures. I just want you to think: how do I want to be remembered? how do I want to make my stake on this planet? The internet is forever. I want to read your thoughts. I want to smile at your happy memories. Cry with you during your hard times. Sympathize and empathize when I understand what you’re going through.

So show me who you really are, you re-blogger you.