I Don't Have A Time Machine But There Are Some Kids Who I Walk With (we Walk Along The Same Path When

Anyways, I was right.

I'm not googling this just to prove you wrong, Im googling this because you mentioned a topic I'm very interested in

I sat there in an almost peaceful silence, if not for the thoughts swishing back and forth in my mind like a broken washing machine, I'd have thought it tranquil. I felt myself choke, I choke and all the thoughts I couldn't swallow. If I felt any better I would have made a joke there, I'm sure you can fill in the blanks. I tried adjusting, maybe the thoughts would disappear like that. They didn't, they bubbled menacingly, they twirled in circle infornt of my eyes. A shuddering gasp for air broke the silence. And then another. A few more as my vision blurred in the dim lighting. It didn't sound like me, rather, like someone else was there, someone else's desperate grabbing for air, someone else's breif and lonely wimper, not my own. I tried to gather myself, I didn't even know what I was crying for. I needed something to block out the quiet cries, before they became racking sobs. Something to put the incessant thoughts to rest, if only for a while.

Sometimes I remember that there was a little boy who thinks I'm really cool.

best spot in class? back corner, farthest from the teachers desk. why? surrounded by less people, and you can get away with more.

Ive had an almost but not quite bad day. Jazz band was good and I woke up okay, if not tired. I left the social studies sheet at school and it's due tomorrow :/ The art teacher left everyone have a free for all on unclaimed pieces from last semester, most of the good stuff was taken before I got there but I did get a left over print that was nice. I've been working on a writing project that I hope I finish, I've actually enjoyed writing it so far. I can't wait till the week end, I think I'll go to the library :)

I'm tired of having vampire/werewolf stories only being about spicy romance, thats just thinly veiled abuse.

Like give me a story thats about a college age werewolf who rents the basement of a grandparent-like vampire.

The most heart warming thing just happened to me at 7/11. It was the usual heartwarming story of a person at 7/11 saying something nice or doing something nice. Infact, it was sort of the opposite. I was paying for my snacks and I don't have a rewards number and I will most likely never have one. Then the guy behind me put his number in. He said it was because there's money to be saved sometimes but I really didn't care if there was or wasn't. It just felt real. It wasnt some saint giving me an extra taquito, it was just real. It was just two guys in a 7/11. Maybe it was the frugalness, maybe it was that he reminded me of so many threadbare men who've been I fluencial in my life. I wish him all the best, I hope he has a good day.

If you do happen to run across this post, my guiding tumblr voice, I hope you know that I know that you know who I am.

there's is a person on YouTube who's voice I know well. If I ever think something in their voice I know this a worthy post.

"it's not something I can tackle yet, I'm not strong enough, and that's okay. I don't need to be strong enough right now, I can take my time. I know I can't ignore it forever, I'll never heal that way. So I'll handle it when ready, when I can. I won't be doing alone anyways I'll have someone with me. And they'll help me."

Someone just put the stainless steel pan on the cast iron pan stack.

This house is a fucking nightmare