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Tiffany is a surly 29 year old professional procrastinator who loves cupcakes, pizza, coffee, & lower-case letters.

oldest pizza party in history.

oldest pizza party in history.

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Night of the living dead.

I wonder what it’d be like
to wake up
Just once
without already feeling
defeated.

Bones.

The crows are pecking,
cleaning corpses…
Waiting for my decay,
to pick me apart.

A ribcage of regrets
And a stomach full of bees…

It stings,
And stings,
And stings.

Alien.

The loneliest moments
Are those in which
I am surrounded..

Grasping at shirt corners
Attempting to hold hands
Whispering my affections

While the robots around me
Move in identical patterns…

I am neither seen
Nor heard.

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

—   Bob Marley (via feellng)

(via the-girlwiththemost-cake)

I almost peed my pants today.

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Sundowner - Life in the Embers

Emotions are running high, Trying not to sink so low. The push and pull is enough to make me vomit.

The hourglass.

Transitions are difficult.
Change can be both good and awful.
Some days I’m not sure
Which side of the coin I’m on.

"Everything that I am, is an illusion."

It’s been ringing in my ears for a week.
A simple line from a movie… a crudely funny, sometimes dark movie that I didn’t think had any point. But it is a concept that I’ve visited before. How much of life today is actually Real? How much of it is simulated? How well can you really know someone… how well do you know yourself?…

It’s cold… (in the d)

A list
Of things
I wanted
To tell you
But
It’s too late..

I gave up
My rights
When
I packed
The last box.

It was real
Today.

Cold
And
Hollow.

I’d burn
That blanket
If I could..
Watch
Until
It smoldered.

If it meant
Erasing
The image
Of
You with her.