you don’t get it.

you don’t get it, do you? You don’t get what I feel. No one understands exactly how others feel. Not exactly. We have examples and we KNOW the feeling, but we don’t know the entire story. We don’t know the pain, the memories, the everything. i can tell you know that my right eye hurts. it’s sore and i do not know why. i can tell you about the panic i feel about life, and the hurt I still feel. I can tell you embarrassment and I can tell you fear. oh the god damn fear.

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Skype Clippings: Two and a Half Wishes

theanvilstew:

[8:53:48 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: I WILL GRANT YOU TWO AND A HALF WISHES!

[8:54:14 PM] Delaney Clark: OH GOD. WHAT DOES A HALF WISH MEAN

[8:54:22 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: YOU MUST MAKE ALL THREE WISHES AT ONCE!

[8:54:33 PM] Delaney Clark: WHAT. HOWIS THAT POSIBLE

[8:54:50 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: DO IT! WISH FOR ALL THINGS RIGHT NOW!

[8:55:31 PM] Delaney Clark: FOOD, SKINNY BODY, HALF A COOKIE.

[8:55:57 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: YOU GET: A PLATE OF PASTA, A HALF A COOKIE, AND HALF OF YOUR BODY IS SKINNY.

[8:56:12 PM] Delaney Clark: WHICH HALF

[8:56:22 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: YOU KNOW TWO-FACE? THE BATMAN VILLAIN?

[8:56:45 PM] Delaney Clark: D: Y-YEAH

[8:56:52 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: YOU’RE LIKE THAT.

[8:57:17 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: PRETTY MUCH, ONE HALF OF YOU IS PARIS HILTON, THE OTHER HALF IS ROSIE O’DONNELL.

[8:57:39 PM] Delaney Clark: D: I DONT WANT THAT.

[8:57:45 PM] Delaney Clark: NO.

[8:57:47 PM] Delaney Clark: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[8:57:50 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: THE WISHES HAVE BEEN

[8:57:51 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: …

[8:57:51 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: …

[8:57:52 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: …

[8:57:54 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: GRANTED!

[8:57:55 PM] Delaney Clark: WAIT!

[8:57:55 PM] Delaney Clark: SHIT

[8:58:00 PM] Delaney Clark: OH GOD IM MELTING

[8:58:03 PM] Delaney Clark: ON HALF OF MY BODY

[8:58:16 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: ENJOY THE PASTA AND HALF COOKIE, ROSIE O’HILTON!

[8:58:23 PM] Delaney Clark: I’LL KILL YOU

[8:58:37 PM] Delaney Clark: HALF MY BODY IS TOO FRAGILE. THE OTHER HALF IS TOO BIG TO MOVE

[8:58:51 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: YOU WISHED IT!

[8:58:55 PM] Evan “Lorhk” Lloyd: I GRANTED HALF OF IT!

[8:59:01 PM] Delaney Clark: D: NOOOoooO

I addressed a crowd of people yesterday disguised as my sister. I was running for an office position for her. It was weirdly fun.

I got by boyfriend to dress up as the Tenth Doctor. Here are a few more shots. They aren’t professional or anything. We were just messing around. But if we ever do go to a convention, I’m just going to go as Donna and claim I’ve never seen that man in my life. Or, go as Rose and just bang on walls and sob all the time.

Edit: Here’s his tumblr! ( sorry! It’s being moved tomorrow! you’ll see then! ) and here’s another picture we took earlier! ( x )

I got by boyfriend to dress up as the Tenth Doctor. Here are a few more shots. They aren’t professional or anything. We were just messing around. But if we ever do go to a convention, I’m just going to go as Donna and claim I’ve never seen that man in my life. Or, go as Rose and just bang on walls and sob all the time.

(via thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)

My sister just left to go back to Georgia

And then, just like that, I remember that no matter what I achieve, no matter how much make-up I put on, no matter how nice I am, no matter how much I pretend—that people will always like my sister more. She will always be the favorite at the end of the day. She’ll be the one who gets invited to go out by my parents, and then if I tell her that I want to go too, she ignores me and tells me to go home. No matter what, I will always be second-rate.

I don’t like Scholarships because I know I’m not going to get them. I’m too bland to stand out unless it was a luck of the draw with 5000 sheets with my name and 1 other persons. Even then I’d lose still most likely. But my mom wants me to fill them out but I am 500% sure I will not get it.

Went upstairs to clean my room, sat down to turn on music, and now I’m stuck on tumblr. Help me.

SOS.

Sometimes before I get into the shower and I’m home alone, I take my make up and then I make myself look dead or beaten up, or dark and spooky just for the fun of it. It’s awesome.

I had prom the other week and I just really like to show these things. The boy with the beard is this really awesome friend of mine and he’s just awesome. Then anyone who has read the “Once Upon a Time and Nine Hearts Ago” knows who Bishop is (the one without the beard). So—yeah. That’s all.

I have decided. Should I ever get married and decide to have babies (rather than cats…)—and if I have two girls. Their names will be Eris Rose (so that way when the kids learn Greek Mythology they’ll be like… “HOLY SHIT ERIS ROSE”) and Robin Pryde (A. I love the name Robin for a girl. And B. Shadowcat from X-Men. I just love her.) Or Robin Amelia… Then people will be like—“Oh the middle names are Rose and Amelia? Like Rose Tyler and Amelia Pond?!) Fuck yes. Or I just may name my cats this.

And I have no idea for a boy. That is all.

My True Love Story

Once upon a time, I thought love stories were wrong. And by wrong, I meant that there’s no way that would happen. I looked at fairytales and thought, “I bet afterwards they realized they weren’t in love and had affairs.” I was cynical, yes. And the worse part was I thought that while I was in a two year relationship. My boyfriend had never complimented me, and he constantly made me jealous by talking to other girls behind my back (he even said “I love you” to one of them and I stayed with him still for another year after that). So when I watched love stories, I didn’t believe in them. I just couldn’t put it together of how two people felt that way about each other. I didn’t think that was what love was. I thought it was just dealing with what you have and just being happy you weren’t alone.

I was wrong. So very wrong. All of this is a true story. None of this is fiction—I promise.

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