I saw you on twitter and started stalking your blog cause I'm bored and i saw that you said if anyone wants advice that they should message you sooo I am! Basically I am just having super bad relationship problems and I don't know what to do! I'm 17 and a girl fyi.. haha but please DM I just followed you! My name starts w a K but I don't want people seeing! Idk if people can or not haha.
Hi there! I actually had several people just follow me on Twitter and three of their names start with a “K” so I’m not sure who is who. Do you have a Tumblr account? If so you can send me a message on here. Or shoot me an email: lovelieslost(at)aol(dot)com.
Dude SRSLY! I just got off work, I drank, I don’t care, I actually feel good (better than good) so maybe I should be careful. Been manic for a few days and I know liquor doesn’t help but fuck it, whatever. LEMME TELL YOU WHY I DRANK TONIGHT AT THE STRIP CLUB…
Some dumb new bitch tried to get me fired. I’m all, "Ok HOOCHIE, I’ve been here waaaay longer than you so GOOD LUCK WITH THAT SHIT!" She told management (READY FOR THIS?!) that I was hiding fucking EVERCLEAR in my locker and getting drunk off it.
FIRST OF ALL... if I was gonna sneak liquor into the strip club, it sure as fuck wouldn’t be something as nasty as Everclear! I mean, really - who the FUCK drinks that, seriously. SECOND OF ALL, fuck you. THIRD, fuck you. FOURTH, you’re ugly. FIFTH, if I wanna drink, I can ask any customer in this place to buy me a drink; I don’t need to be sneaking it in here like some underage dipshit who can’t strip unless she’s trashed. SIXTH, fuck you again.
Management believed me (thank God) mostly because I’ve never caused any problems there and they knew I would never do that. Espeeeeecially when I gave them my bag & locker combo and was all "Here, nothing to hide, go through my shit, whatever."
I fucking hate new girls.
It also doesn’t help that I’m manic because all night I was bouncing off the walls and cracking lame ass jokes and telling people I was a stripper goddess who was about to become famous and how I needed to save the world from religious assholes.
I say this now in all seriousness: if you are a girl who experiences mania quite frequently, I swear to God that stripping may be a good choice job wise if you’re looking for one. People just look at you and think, "Oh, she’s just super happy and loves her job!" In reality I’m all, "OMG DRUNK MUST PRESERVE LIFE I NEED TO BLOG FUCKING STUPID BITCHES I NEED TO GO OUTSIDE AND DRIVE SOMEWHERE AND LOOK AT THE STARS FFFFFUUUUUU!!!!!"
I just want to go on a road trip and visit all the strippers that I know online. Tip ‘em and tell them they’re beautiful & that they are my everything! <3
And reading my dashboard, I know a lot of y’all are experiencing a lot of depression right now and even contemplating suicide…
IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO, DAY OR NIGHT, SEND ME A FUCKING MESSAGE RIGHT NOW AND I WILL GIVE YOU MY CELL NUMBER AND/OR PRIVATE EMAIL. (( edit: unless you’re a creeper after nudie pix then FFFFFUUUUU!!!! ))
——-> My father committed suicide and I know that it is absolutely NO FUCKING JOKE. <——-
I am cycling so bad at the moment; I can’t think clearly. My eyes bounce from object to object, everything’s important, everything’s not. I lay in bed and try to breathe and calm myself. Pet Toby. Rub my temples. Listen to sounds of nature CDs. It only helps a little.
“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.”—~ Louis Sachar (via gatekeeper)
“There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing—for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean. There is something like an ancient wisdom, encoded and tucked away in our DNA, that knows its point of origin as surely as a salmonid knows its creek. Intellectually, we may not want to return there, but the genes know, and long for their origins—their home in the salty depths. But if the seas are our immediate source, the penultimate source is certainly the heavens… . The spectacular truth is—and this is something that your DNA has known all along—the very atoms of your body—the iron, calcium, phosphorus, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and on and on—were initially forged in long-dead stars. This is why, when you stand outside under a moonless, country sky, you feel some ineffable tugging at your innards. We are star stuff. Keep looking up.”—Jerry Waxman (via technicoloring) (via rainbowsinthedark) (via cuethefire)