the scene called:

wecouldbepilots: i have to find my dress and my leggings
goodgirlsgoruth: oh hang on my phone is ringing
goodgirlsgoruth: it's the scene.
wecouldbepilots: fuck you.
goodgirlsgoruth: THEY
goodgirlsgoruth: WANT
goodgirlsgoruth: THEIR
goodgirlsgoruth: CLOTHES
goodgirlsgoruth: BACK.
wecouldbepilots: they're neon blue leggings too
goodgirlsgoruth: god we can't be friends anymore

Home:

I used to be love drunk:

Today, like so many times before, I called my mom at work and said a joke that we've been saying to each other for as long as I can remember. Like before, I was bored and said "Mommy, come home and bake cookies with me." Expecting, also like before, to be turned down.

Much to my surprise, my Mom's boss told her to go, with pay. And she did. So now there are like, 50 cookies in my kitchen.

believers never die

wecouldbepilots: and you're going to buy it for me?!
wecouldbepilots: i love you
began to burn: yes BUT ONLY IF
began to burn: whenever you wear it, you think of me and remember that you are, and always will be, my best friend no matter what. not because it's convenient to be friends after all this time, and not "just because." remember that you are an amazing, creative, ridiculously special girl that will ALWAYS be in my heart as the one person i will always look up to.

For who it may concern:

I just want to apologize for the last year of my life. I'm sorry for the person I let myself become, and I'm even sorrier for the fact that I can only contribute that to a person. A person that, from this point forward, will no longer be a part of my life.

I'm sorry for pushing you away, Haley. I'm sorry that I let her control me and twist my emotions until I hated you. I'm sorry Alexa, for turning you down so many times to hang out that you eventually stopped wanting to hang out with me. I'm sorry Jesi, for never talking to you because of her. And I'm sorry, Ruth, for so many times of ignoring your texts because I was on the phone with her.

And especially, to me. I'm sorry that I let myself give up my morals, even if it was only for a week. I'm sorry that I didn't let myself enjoy my senior year because I was too busy making sure I was a good person for her. I'm sorry I missed out on so much because I'd always stay home for her. I'm sorry that I gave up half of my summer. I'm sorry that I gave up writing and photography because she told me I was bad at it. I'm sorry that I let myself get hurt, and even sorrier that I let her, of all people, hurt me.

I'm sorry. But it won't happen again. I swear.

be saportive:

wecouldbepilots: i'm excited about nanowrimo this year
frailasbreath: bleeeeh
wecouldbepilots: haha
wecouldbepilots: be saportive
wecouldbepilots: ....
wecouldbepilots: ....LMAO
frailasbreath: no you didn't
wecouldbepilots: i can't stop laughing
frailasbreath: oh my god
wecouldbepilots: LMAO
wecouldbepilots: WOW FAIL

proportions:

began to burn: i kinda picture it like that, only on a little girl
began to burn: also
began to burn: YUM.
wecouldbepilots: one time i saw a picture of that but bigger version and on it it was like
wecouldbepilots: WHY WON'T THIS PICTURE SCROLL DOWN
began to burn: HAHAHFOR REAL
wecouldbepilots: we all know he's got monstercock.
began to burn: DUH he's tall
began to burn: i told you, PROPORTIONS.
wecouldbepilots: LMAO