a good example of why ill be single forever

i want eggnog real bad

but i refuse to go to the store for it

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shits nasty

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wow im not even sure i can talk to you anymore.

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im not gonna drink an egg

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you are dumb

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Today my professor asked me why a piece I am working about is important to me. I said "you know...to understand why we do the things we do." He said "I don't beleive that for one fucking second--this is not about them, this is about you. Why do you want to carry all these people's angst? It's because it's you wanting to somehow have the power, for you to reconcile all of these things." I wanted to cry and to rejoice at the same time. It's been a while since I've felt like anyone could really see me.

cupcakes

Pretty Foods & Pretty Drinks   (clipped to polyvore.com)

remembering

"And I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm"

withering

I have never felt so worthless or alone. and everyone has heard this in so many different translations that there is no left to care.

blame game

Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of l-o-v-e
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely

 -Yeezy

Ice Dancer

So, it's official. I signed up for fall ice dancing lessons. AND Stroking(basically like cardio on ice--basically I'm going to die). I'm truthfully really afraid of it for a couple of reasons--the bullies, for one. Yes, there are bullies at the ice rink. And yes, I get scared of bullies, having been tortured by them in middle/high school. Secondly, there are my poor, poor dilapidated knees. The cartilage, or lack thereof, begs me not to put them through this again....But. All of this can't outweigh how excited I am.  I feel like I'm doing something really good for me--physically, and emotionally. Skating is really sort of peculiar. I think one of the reasons I've always struggled with it/ held a place for it in my heart is it is a lot like acting, or any other kind of art. Your heart is basically on your sleeve. You can't hide your feelings--it will always come out in your dancing. And if your'e lucky, on the ice is where you'll either deal with it, or leave it. And I'm ready to do just that.