ryanskeet:

Where can you be?!?! :[

SERIOUSLYY!!! I HAVEN’T FOUND MINE EITHER &ITS BEEN ALMOST 3 MONTHS! ];

YOU WOULD BE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

and you’re name would be the same as my first.

IT’S LIKE A DAMN CIRCLE.

…and I still have the audacity to ask myself why. It’s life. Maybe I’m hoping for the wrong things.

CURRENTLY: REDIRECTING MY FOCUS.

Time to handle business

krysjill:

kathlyn:

causingtrouble:

Ugh so fucking trueeeeeeee!

gckahu:

jinnpeter:

meenty:

(via pearlieexd)

Postponing the issues of today has me waking up to Yesterday’s problems. A sense of accomplishment postponed for the next awakening day? It’s just an excuse. An excuse I find myself using more almost every day.

I need peace of mind.

The last few weeks I’ve been on overdrive. From the family incidents to accepting the fact that I don’t know how to study to nonstop handling. Friday nights, after coming home from work all I want to do is sleep. Going out on Friday nights seem exhausting to me. Being able to have a real decent and deep conversation with an individual who not just listens but also has an opinion seems completely rare without being interrupted by important phone calls/texts [the real texts, not Twitter]. I see and hear about everyone going out and having fun, wrecking havoc, fucking shit up and honestly just having the best times of their life. I look back at how I lived my first year of college and I can’t help but wish for it back. I agree with Manucal’s last post about the drift and good times. The carefree moments that I’ve tasted have me wanting more and more each day I read about someone’s previous night.

But I know this is just a phase, a phase I’m about to get over. I’m handling business, I’m organizing, I’m going to class, I’m maintaining a decent relationship with most of my friends & I’m actually taking myself seriously. I just need to keep reminding myself why I do the things I do.. why I go to school, why I’m involved with certain things, why I work. Everything should revolve around WHY I’m doing things. And I’m doing everything for my parents, to help them out with the bills, to ease their stresses. I’m going to school because I want to. I’m going to become a District Attorney. I’m going to become a Judge. When? I have no clue, hopefully soon but I will. At least, I think I will. The only way this would change is if my interests change. I’m still trying to figure out what I want as a career but I’m sure that’ll come sooner or later.

It’s time to cut down on distractions and take myself seriously. Success, LET’S GO!

I might push you away like I do all the others.. and after I’ve pushed you far enough, I’d sit back, relax and realize for the 15th time that I’m back at square One. A close friend would find their significant other, talk about them non stop and eventually disappear for a good amount of time while their main focus is on each other. I’ll start to think, I’ll read another book & eventually find happiness in the meaning behind the words. I’ll be introduced to another group of people, find myself caught up with the happenings and get involved somehow. I’ll go through ups and downs, emo moments and happy moments. My “fuckit” phase will appear once again as I push more and more of you away. By this time, I’d already have reminded myself that people come, and people go; those who stay are with worth my time. While I’m too busy showing the world that I don’t care if the wind knocks me down, there will be that one moment during my day when I think of you and what we could have been if I just gave you a chance. A part of you would become a part of my “ideal guy” list and eventually we’ll all move on. Summer will happen, I’ll be focused on my family and work. Another person will come into the picture and I’ll tell myself that I’ll try and be different for this guy. Truth is, breaking a long time philosophy and forgiving yourself for it, is harder than I thought. Until that gash is healed completely, I’m pretty sure this routine would continue happening. By this time, I would have already taken advantage of a number of amazing opportunities and not to mention more responsibilities and sooner or later, I’d proven to myself that I don’t have time to care for another individual. But don’t worry, You and I will still be friends..

@OOMMOWMOW’s last video post;

TALK ABOUT INFATUATION MAJOR RIGHT NOW !

DAMN.

wsup, fall ! hahahaah ohboyy

Every time I talk to people about this, they get all sad and emo and whathaveyou. I think that’s retarded, but that’s just me. Death is an amazing concept, one that each and every human being, plant or animal can relate to on the same level. Death to me, is a part of living. It’s beautiful. To dwell, is to show no improvement. Throughout the past few years, death has touched my family in a number of ways. The death of a loved one has brought the family together and it has torn it apart. It’s taught many valuable lessons and has left a few unanswered questions. However, the ultimate gift of life, in my eyes, is death.

So why must funerals be so dark? Who started up that tradition to wear black and if permitted a little scale of white?

Let me tell you, that is NOT how I want funeral to be.

First and foremost, my funeral song will be You Are Not Alone by Michael Jackson. And second, black will be used as an accent color and NOT the color that overrides the feel of the room. Lastly, I want a playlist of songs that people remember me by. Whether, it’s emo [please try and stray away from that; there shouldn’t be any emo songs that remind you of me anyway], love songs, hip hop, country, old school, slow jams, ANYTHING!! And I would like those songs to be played throughout the viewing days and the funeral. And whenever after that too if you’d like. :D

I want my funeral to be a happy one, where everyone smiles and laughs about the stupid shit I would say, do or think. I’m pretty sure each and every one of you have experienced a time, or as all my cousins like to say, a “Kathleen Moment” where I leave you thinking or saying, “WTF?! Is she serious?” Hahah those are my favorites. Most embarrassing but nevertheless favorites.

My funeral’s gonna be poppin’ forreal. So don’t miss out ! ;]