Sarkastickunt

Watch out

jephkelley:

…the “block” link is directly below the “message” link on Twitter and well I accidentally blocked two of my good Internet pals this morning. My guess is I’ll be forgiven, if they even noticed.

Last night I noticed I had blocked at least 4 people that I know I would never have done that to. I am wondering who else I pissed off by having chubby fingers?

arakinskywalker:

I Try - Macy Gray

I try to say goodbye and I choke
Try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

formspring.me

Ask me anything http://formspring.me/sarkastickunt

my computer hates me, my kids are driving me to the nut house in a car with a broken muffler

and I think I should just cut my losses and go to bed.

hailpc:

Home- Michael Buble :)

This.

belabrava:

Extreme - More than Words

This day needs a sing along. Ready, Set, Lighters up…GO

heysarahsarah:

fuckyeahchubbygirls:

thanks mandybecca

I can’t even begin to explain how this makes me feel.

:O

SST: How do I get THIS girls number??? OMG

If you don't care about stars then why the fuck is that all you ever talk about!!!

Holy shit..UNFOLLOW. UNFOLLOW. UNFOLLOW.

It’s like an alcoholic saying they don’t care about the drink, but they always fucking have one in their goddamn hand.

Give it a friggin’ rest.

***That concludes this ovulation inspired vent. Thank you and make sure you tip your server.***

doublejack:

Color me intrigued.

OH EM GEE…I want my bar to do this. And I don’t know why.

I'm not superficial or shallow

I’ve said that sentence at least 30 times and I still haven’t been able to convince myself that it’s not true. I’m scared that I have done such a good job of convincing you I don’t give a shit, that I’ve tricked myself as well.

I have been shit on my whole life. I have been told NO more times than one heart should hold. I have had to walk away with nothing but a consolation prize for as long as I can remember. And sometimes, not even that.

I put up this facade so that if people lose interest, or tire of me, they aren’t really destroying the REAL ME. So, no harm no foul.

Except, it eats at me. It makes me sad. It makes me ache to be myself, and have people not only welcome that girl, but embrace her.

I put up these walls, and no one ever tries to knock them down. So, I keep building and building, and my hands are sore, and cut and bleeding and I’m exhausted and I just wish I could cut the shit and just be me.

Because me is amazing. I just know she is.