StraightChillinnn'

insecurity is a real turn off.

A lot of the people I’ve grown close to were actually once people that I’ve never seen myself being friends with. And from that group, a majority of them were people I once despised. If you knew me, you’d know that a lotta things piss me off. I have like the longest list of pet peeves known to man. But getting to know people actually gets me to change their mind on them and see that I was wrong. I’m so damn guilty of judging someone by first appearances but at the same time I’m glad I’m wrong about someone 75% of the time. Guess you gotta read a book before you say if it’s a good book or not. This goes the other way too, people I thought would be cool as fuck or who would be dope turned out to be really shitty people that I couldn’t stand. So I guess you can also say that just because a book looks dope as fuck doesn’t mean it won’t be a shitty book.

Since we’re talking about books, I thought The Catcher in the Rye was some bullshit that was required for us to read and I absolutely loved it. My favorite of all time. And I bought the whole Lord of the Rings set when The Fellowship of the Ring came out cuz I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Don’t get me wrong but the movies are dope but I was in 8th grade at the time I didn’t understand a thing that was going in those books. So yeah, don’t judge a book by it’s movie or a person by it’s book or whatever *insert some metaphorical inspirational quote here*

jpbreganza:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

Sometimes, I wonder how you’re doing. Sure, you’re not a part of my life anymore and we’ve both grown apart, but it doesn’t mean that I’ve completely forgotten. Truth be told, when someone was a huge part of your life it means that you’ll never completely be able to forget about them. At least that’s how it is for me. There’s always something here or there that would always bring back memories. Whether it’s driving by a place we once had lunch at, or seeing that stupid stain on my favorite shirt when you accidentally spilled wine on me, or the scar on my finger from the time you pissed me off so much that I socked the light post and split open my knuckles, there’s always something. The thought of you doesn’t come everyday, rather I go by weeks and even months sometimes; but when it does come I always wonder if you’re doing fine.

Sometimes I wonder how my life would be if I hadn’t met you. My life now is completely different that what it once was. I guess time does that to everything right? When we split up I would think “fuck this. fuck you. I wish I never met you.” But looking back, everything I am now is because of my past. The good and most importantly bad experiences have helped mold my attitudes and my outlooks on life. And being a good part of that past, I don’t regret it. Whether it be hatred or whatever you want to call it, I’m glad. I’m glad for the joys and the pain you’ve caused because I know what it’s like to be happy and I know what it’s like to feel pain. Would I do it all over again? No. But am I glad I was able to go thru it? Yes.

ok