meeww asked: all the anglos in montreal are somehow connected to all the other anglos... true story.
So much truth in that!
meeww asked: all the anglos in montreal are somehow connected to all the other anglos... true story.
So much truth in that!
Seems like everyone I know either knows or went to high school with every guy I dated (It’s not like I dated a lot, but damn, everyone knows everyone in this city).
Why you such a small city, MontrĂ©al? I can’t keep secrets anymore. SMH.
I love you still. <3
xoxoladyj asked: So i was searching for Justin Nozuka - my heart is yours, but your "5 months and 24 days" post showed up. & so i read it and i can honestly say I felt the SAME way. It really does suck knowing that a simple text could make almost 6 months of waiting feel like a few minutes. &knowing that ONE person has the ability to make or break you. but..i had an epiphany and decided not to settle for less than what i deserve. We are not door mats. We are smart, &beautiful. & you deserve better too :)
It was a shame we didn’t work out the first time, I don’t want to make excuses for what he did, but he has his reasons. The thing is, I’m all for second chances, but after that, there aren’t anymore. Let’s just say this is his second chance, and if he doesn’t make it count, I’m moving on.
And thank you so much, this means a lot to me. No one should settle less than they deserve. :)
I waited that long. I was even convinced that I was over you, that the feeling wasn’t there anymore…
And then you sent me a text, and everything turned upside down. The feeling I thought was gone came back in just seconds. I was so overwhelmed with that feeling, I hyperventilated, my heart kept pounding for an hour, I actually thought I was gonna have a heart attack.
I love you. Now I know I can’t deny it. It has always been you. And it sucks. I know there really isn’t much future for us, but you came back and shook my world once again. I know I’m just about to get hurt again, but my stupid little heart is still filled with so much joy that it won’t listen to my brain.
A text. That’s all it took. And now I’m ready to be broken again.
is a fucking circus act, the whole place is.
This is my 3rd semester in Dawson, and for some reason my hatred for the school is getting even worse. Hah.
Okay. Well maybe it’s not the place, I’m probably just always in the wrong class with the wrong people.
Mannn, the garbage that people say in my class, just thinking about it makes me cringe. People talk just to hear themselves and seem important, the whole time with their foot in their mouth. Hah. Oh well.
Let me tell you this, in my whole 2 semesters there, I never made friends with a single person from my class. I’m not even surprised if I won’t make any this semester. I like to keep to myself, anyway.
are douchebags.
Like man, seriously, why would you even follow me without looking at the contents of my Tumblr and then unfollow right after you see it?
/end rant
Sometimes I speak with a lisp, sometimes I don’t.
I think for some reason this could be attributed to the fact that I used to have not 1, not 2, but 3 tongue piercings. I had a hard time pronouncing words with the letter “s” in them when I had my tongue pierced.
I took off my tongue rings almost 2 years ago, but sometimes I still speak with a lisp.
So tired of playing mind games.
HAH.
I’m turning 23 soon. Can I have my turn now? K, thanks.