January 2010
125 posts
Reblog with how old you're turning in 2010
peteypiranha:
tuffteal:
peteypiranha:
tuffteal:
peteypiranha:
tuffteal:
19, I feel fucking old.
20 :-/ I win? lol
Well i’m glad that i wasn’t the only old one on tumblr. haha.
hahaha No, you’re in good company. We’re in a league of our own :-P
Haha, yeah. I saw that and I was like seriously. Everyone is like 13-16. Wow.
I know! where is the parental supervision!? Shouldn’t...
Reblog with how old you're turning in 2010
peteypiranha:
tuffteal:
peteypiranha:
tuffteal:
19, I feel fucking old.
20 :-/ I win? lol
Well i’m glad that i wasn’t the only old one on tumblr. haha.
hahaha No, you’re in good company. We’re in a league of our own :-P
Haha, yeah. I saw that and I was like seriously. Everyone is like 13-16. Wow.
Reblog with how old you're turning in 2010
peteypiranha:
tuffteal:
19, I feel fucking old.
20 :-/ I win? lol
Well i’m glad that i wasn’t the only old one on tumblr. haha.
Reblog with how old you're turning in 2010
caitlinangelicas:
fuckmondays:
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shushlaura:
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indiehipster:
17
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15 :(
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14 /;
17 ;D
feefteen
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16 :D
19, I feel fucking old.
“I can’t wait for my new years kiss.”
Year 2009 & New Years Resolution.
I’m sure half the things I’m going to write is going to be contradicting, confusing, complex, open-minded, simple, and emotional.
The Year 2009
Family This year has been rough with my family. It’s like a non-stop rollar coaster. With my mom, I actually made some sort of a relationship with her. In the end of 2008 and beginning of 2009, I grew up. And realized that I need my...
December 2009
53 posts
“Odio le persone che non sono veritiere”
I wish you would just look into my eyes and realize whats wrong. I’m so sick of everything and everyone.
“Fuck family. Fuck friends. In the end, you’ll only have yourself.”
“It’s so nice to wake up next to you”
I feel like i’m going to throw up. Seriously.
“What if the glass could never be broken? Theres no such thing as the glass never...”
– me.
i want to be free. someone take me away from here. i don’t understand why it’s so difficult for me to find people who will actually take the time to listen to me. why do you have to act like that? why do humans act like this? i don’t want a tough man. i don’t want someone to battle my fights. i want someone to be with me.
i want someone to listen to me.
aim
screen name = tuffteal
I huff gasoline from your shirt and blur the questions that no one could ever answer I empty my head of all that I know seems like the best view is the one from below we are anti-movements, we are anti-anti one time we believed but now we dont even try and I cant cut a rug, without my fashion drugs inebriation leads revelation gettin down in the town that makes no sound you say there’s...
i hate wishwashy-ness.
I can’t stand how you behave. You sit on myspace and post ridiculous and unecessary bulletins and comments about how much I fucked up everything. (Which some of the comments are worth being said, but others aren’t). And than you excessively text me asking for some sort of attention/forgiveness. Don’t you think for one second that you can talk about him. And than for me to be okay...
ask me some questions.
http://www.formspring.me/tuffteal
“I thought I cared and felt that you should have someone to talk. But fuck you....”
i really don’t understand why you are blaiming me for everything. your the one doing the drugs, your the one that ignored me, your the one that would fucking opened your mouth and felt so empowered to say whatever the fuck you wanted to say riguardless of my feelings. i just wanted to say FUCK YOU. Don’t you ever fucking say that I was the one that fucked you over. Remember at the time...
“closed box.”
“God, i hate being helpless to these situations.”
“Trevor, what happens if one day we got seprated by glass. And the only way to...”
– him&i
dear brain, what the fuck do you want? you want strength. you want weakness. you want love. you want to be alone. you want success. you want to fail. you want it. you don’t want it. you want cold. you want warmth. you want it to be easier. you notice it’s not hard enough. you contemplate the simplicities. you feel comfortable with the differences. you don’t understand. you...
My Gift To You. Free Prints.
I’m giving away free prints for Christmas Write me a testimony on Flickr (www.flickr.com/people/elsiecampisi) You’ll recieve a free 5x7 print of your choice & a testimony back. Sounds like a great trade ;) Email me at elsiecampisi@gmail.com with the flickr link of the photo you’d like & mailing address.
my boyfriend wrote me a song.
You’ve got me Look Out Sleeper www.myspace.com/lookoutsleeper
You’ve got ahold of my ability to wonder about the negative this is paralysis its all around me like the sky when your far away i’ll be there with you. You’ve got me now. I long for turns to see through your mind so I can understand I’ll drive 105 down 50 with my hands at my side You’ve got me now.
“I’m eating Ice Cream. And yes it’s 40 degrees outside.”
Bored? Ask me something. →
www.myspace.com/lookoutsleeper
Ask Away! →
I know that i’m completely over you. But i still care. I hate the person you become. I didn’t mean to become annoying. I know I was completely clingy. I know I was completely emotional and not logical with anything I did or say towards you. I saw this message, titled “party monster” last night. I’m sorry, i’m so compulsive and noisy. I read it. And i was...
Him
You fullfill all the missing pieces.
I can’t wait for Christmas to be over. I mean the holiday cheer, cookies, and all that sort of goodies of great. But it’s not great if you work. Seriously i’m getting sick and tired of the “blackout” season. I can’t change my schedule. And i can’t really make any guarentee plans with anyone. I mean, Money is great and all. But it really does suck to work...
i don’t understand the way i think. for the last couple of weeks i’ve been going to a therpist to better understand my racing thoughts. i can’t understand anything. that’s kind of a lie. i can understand that i can’t understand. i guess you can say i can understand one thing. the only time someone could understand me is through words. that’s why i took the time...
