August 2012
July 2012
“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it...”
– Daphne du Maurier
I see.
Like at this point we need to be honest with ourselves and work through it.
Questions
How do I overcome this pain? With god? With the grief center? With drugs alcohol? With numbness or ignorance? With fact? Gizmo licks my tears away as I lay in bed in this empty house and scream for my mommy to come back I haven’t cried like this in a while. I almost feel the louder I scream my mom will be forced to come back and comfort me. I’m so lost and unhappy I don’t know...
notashleytory:
Watch the gifs and press play
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dinotrash:
pinkspotlight:
what happens at olive garden when theyre grating the cheese and you don’t say “when”
the waiter gets more and more concerned as the cheese starts piling up and you remain silent. they eventually plead with you to stop this madness and just say when, but you hold firm. olive garden fills with cheese, killing everyone in the building as cheese begins to pour out into...
