Dear Nobody, Thanks for listening.

vexatiouslytragicomical asked: For a good solid minute, I pressed the follow,/unfollow button. I hoped I successfully spammed you.

Dear VTC, 

Of Course, Darling.

Dear Nobody, 

       Here I give unto you, The Fuck It List: The wayward cousin of the Bucket List, except filled with things that need to get done but will probably not happen until months later.

Here we go:

• Haircut: I need to get another pixie cut - I’ve been needing to get a trim since October, now I need a full blown haircut.
• Restart previous skin care routine: I dropped my skin routine for a while and with Summer on the brink the threat of zits, clogged pores, and sun damage is at a critical high.
• Exercise: Need to jog or something. I haven’t had Gym in a year and my body has been shot to hell, no more couch potato for me. No siree.
• Floss: I think I have a fucking cavity and I need to go to the dentist asap, but I don’t want to go before I floss the crap out of my teeth for a couple months so I don’t have to deal with their bitching.
• Start wearing heels more often: I buy too many pairs of shoes with out wearing them.
• Find more occasions to be fashionable: i/e dress like you do in your head.
• Figure out how to be more like Marlon Brando: So much swag it can’t be contained.
• Get a job: Seriously. Get a Job. A legal Job.
• Don’t be a bitch so much: Shut your mouth, and stop cracking wise so much.
• Remember: Don’t forget to check this list.

Ah…Fuck it.

Thanks for listening.

yakutsk:

I can’t be the only one who’s thought that young Marlon Brando’s voice sounds kind of like Truman Capote’s?

Dear Nobody,

Everyone one I know seems horrified by Marlon Brando’s voice (like it doesn’t match his face). And I’m like “wtf guys his voice is so soft and beautiful and sometimes i don’t even- wat” 

If I could be anyone else in this world, I’d be Marlon Brando - regardless of the fact that he’s dead. I’d rather be a dead Brando than myself.

Thanks for listening.

imastickwith-you:

There are 12/13 year olds having sex, doing drugs, “partying” on fucking fridays and I’m like:

WHY IS IT THAT WHEN I WAS 13, I WAS PLAYING POKEMON AND SITTING AT HOME WATCHING TV?!

Please, for the love of everything that is still sane in this world, ACT YOUR DAMN AGE.

STORY OF MY LIFE!! Shit, I’m 17 and I still  play pokemon and watch cartoons all day. These 12 year olds that think they’re big kids need to calm the fuck down, drop that vodka and go drink some capri sun. Shit.

(Source: hianavictoria)

Dear Nobody,

  I think I’ve finally realized why this week has been so hard for me. I’ve just realized that I’ve spent the whole week (and better half of last month) agonizing over the past and wishing it was 2009 while everyone around me seems to be moving on. Growing up. So, it’s probably time that I move on too. It’s my birthday next week (the 15th) and I’m going to be seventeen, along with that I’m also taking my SAT’s tomorrow. You’d probably think it would be these events that truly convinced me to move on from the past, but it was actually that picture of Mike Carden in Santa Monica. It’s weird to say that my sort-of revelation came to me because I saw a picture (finally) of Mike since the break up of The Academy Is… but I did. For the last two months I’ve been looking and hoping that something would come up about him (because he was my favorite member of TAI, well maybe after the Butcher) and when it finally has I can’t help but feel sad because before Mike it seemed that maybe there could be someone still holding onto the memories of years past and now that I’ve seen this photo it’s official that everyone has moved onto different things. Now, to equate this to my real life: In my real life situation Mike represents my youth (stay with me here) and the picture represents maturity. I spent so much time thinking about how Mike was the only one missing i/e I was obsessing over the past because I subconsciously realize that I don’t have much time left (if at all) to hold on to my childhood. Now that I’ve seen the picture, my so called impending adulthood as it were, I’m forced to think of the new responsibilities that need my attention. And that sucks.

TL;DR version:

Girl realizes that the future and growing up sucks. She then becomes sentimental about The Academy Is… 

Thanks for listening.

P.S. It’s time to move on.