February 2011
142 posts
January 2011
83 posts
A cup of tea.: Ashton Kutcher, No Strings... →
I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,
“If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”
I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges…
jesscakee:
you & i ♥ wow version (:
I have people I could vent to, but I find it so hard to do so. Saying I have no one or I just don’t want to tell anyone. Sigh.
Too much in the thinking mode. I hardly vent to anyone know except for cousins, always there or me. I don’t even say everything that happens that I don’t like or problems/stress. This is what I get for being a shy person, not knowing anyone if they are someone that is supposed to be in my life or not.
fuckyeahsmoothbeats:
danielsayswhat:
George...
People say my best friend and I will end up being together or getting married. We don’t see it at all.
Off My Chest..
I just had that VERY DEEP FEELING inside me saying I miss Kenneth. It started today randomly…I guess because it is my best friend’s birthday and it made me realize I used to be like that to Kenneth and he used to be like that to me but it all vanished. We haven’t seen each other since May 2010. That is going to be almost a whole year. We stopped talking; I wonder if I did...
Just for high school I want to look like my year. People think I am a sophmore -____- while I think I look like a freshman. The thing is I’m a junior.
Someone who understands;
juuustinc:
There are nights like these where I just want to talk to someone about anything. Open myself up to them and tell them everything. But who can I come to and vent? I guess I have this fear of being criticized or judged. Sometimes, all I ask for is someone who will listen and understand what I’m going through.
I’m here; and I feel the same way.
I want my high metabolism back like in the old days.
Wondering
I wonder about the guy that used to like me and he knew I used to like him. Then I figured out he still did 9th grade. Nothing was happening except for friends then stopped talking. I still catch at times of him looking at me with those starry eyes but I just don’t know. I wonder too much. And the dreams I’ve had…they felt real.
Reblog if you wish cancer didn't exist.
only a sick bastard wouldn’t reblog this
