vodkacupcakes:

that looks like a good time.

vodkacupcakes:

that looks like a good time.

(Reblogged from paigezaharoff)
dontfeartheconsequences:

everything except the last part

dontfeartheconsequences:

everything except the last part

(Source: lovequotesrus)

(Reblogged from paigezaharoff)
(Reblogged from samantha-oh)
my husband, Stefan <3

my husband, Stefan <3

one day ill fly away

one day ill fly away

(Source: have-some-balls)

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(Reblogged from paigezaharoff)

my worldly desire

do you ever think about just skipping school and going to a place where you can grow and be adventuress? i do. i dream of learning from the world. it’s the class rooms that have me confined between white walls and ticking clocks. i feel suffocated. there’s so much more to learning then a desk, paper and pencil. i feel that my brain cant handle all the forgotten words they cram into my head. English, History, Math and psych. How can you grow from learning when you cant explore it and become part of the words that are being written in the english, history, math and psych books? I want to be a part of something bigger than myself, i want to be out in the world learning not from a small wooden desk and a long lecture. there’s so much to know, so many ways of learning from other cultures, diffeone worldrent situations.i want it so bad, i feel as if im going to explode with anticipation. I have no choice but to sit here and watch the world go by, not learning a thing. I’m stuck in the past, instead of becoming a part of the future. i desire to be a part of this world, to make a difference, find my place and disvcover who i am. The world is moving; it’s passing me by while i sit in these wooden chairs, as i watch the clock tick until its my turn to run wild and free with the changing world.

the beginning.

         

        sometimes i feel like some people dont see me. the real me. the reason? i hide it. my friends like to call me the mommy because i feel like i have to help my friends when theyre sad or need help with something. & i mean, thats what a friend does, right? GAHH so many questions of who i am sore through my mind every second of every minute of every day. i know so many things about myself, yes. but knowing who i am, what i should do falls way past what i want for myself and if i could even do it. do i get in the way for my friends? am i a bitch to those i love? yes and no. and i dont know. i wish someone would just tell me how to live my life. dont you wish it was that easy? yeah, me too. im up, im down. im hot, im cold. godd, its all so complicated. i wish i could just tell em im more then a girl with big dreams. i lack the motivation to find my dreams. i dont know who i want to be in 5 or 10 years let alone now. i hide the pain of not knowing my father, my family or even myself. i feel like a peice of me is missing. i wanna scream i wanna shout. but it doesnt help. it wont help. going on and on about my miserable life and ranting about how mest up i really am because no body knows. they know the smiles, the laughter and person they see on top. underneath, im a monster. i have wild ideas, i cry almost all the time, im fragial. i wish i knew my family, my father who wants nothing todo with me. they say they know howi feel. but you cant imagine. im alone in a family of 8. im out of words, lines of me. my endless rant of a sad life. this is just the beginning of something wonderful, i tell myself. and maybe it is. maybe im still searching. maybe my dad will understand and finally learn he’s missed out. i dont know what to think. i dont know who to be. but i try. and im sorry. i try to be perfect. literally. i work my butt off so that everyones happy, and the same time im not taking care of myself. i guess we continue learning through life. and this is just the beginning.