You watch on TV. I watch here.
Clearly this is how you feel.
I just want to slap the shit out of you quite honestly. You’ve developed such a bubble around yourself it’s absurd. I’ve never known anyone who lost who they were completely to someone else. You always say you don’t have a passion, so why not figure that out instead of latching onto someone else’s? Why not try making plans for yourself….instead of running them by your boyfriend first. Why not ATTEMPT to be a good friend, instead of a selfish hopeless romantic?
You prove to me everyday that being in a serious relationship makes you a worse and worse friend. So if you get your heart smashed to smithereens, know that on the inside I’ll be smirking.
Done. Done. Done. This time, for real.
(Source: eu-pho-riaa, via raindropsandsunspots)
Amen.
(Source: shokoofeh, via estheenestea)
This is Bobby.
Bobby’s sister Christina and I were very close friends growing up. Same classes in school, lived a few miles apart. On the same cheerleading squad since first grade. Bobby played football. Our mothers were good friends. We spent our summer afternoons at the town pool together. Bobby was around a lot.
Bobby died this morning. He was 21.
When someone young dies it is always heartbreakingly sad. But when that young person is someone who was a part of your childhood, its all the more heartbreaking. Parents should NEVER have to bury their child. Friends shouldn’t have to skip school to go to a friend’s funeral.
I ask this of you all today: live. It’s cliche, but live each day like its your last. Because you may not be here tomorrow. And love one another. Be respectful. Tell those you care about how much you appreciate them or at least love them. Because we also don’t know who we’ll still have with us at the end of the day.
So tonight I pray for Bobby Bertolacci. And his friends and family who lost a son, brother, cousin, nephew, friend, classmate and teammate. May he forever be on the minds of those who love him and forever in the grace and presence of the Lord.
See ya poolside or field-side one day, Bobby. Rest in heavenly peace.
I’m putting in some hours at Petty today. And a guy just called asking about drives @DIS for later this afternoon. He was still half drunk. I asked for a contact number and the names of the drivers so I can call down to Daytona for him. (He made it clear that he was still under the influence and wasn’t able to race with his friends) He asked about the race cars, the speeds of DIS, fire suits, the helmets and if he has to wear a HANS device. He then goes on to say “if you think I sound hot save my number and gimme a call later”
You’re a tool bag sir. I hate men.
“I can be an asshole of the grandest kind.
I can withhold like it’s going out of style.
I can be the moodiest baby.
And you’ve never met anyone, who’s as negative as I am sometimes.
I am the wisest woman that you’ve ever met.
I am the kindest soul with whom you’ve connected.
I have the bravest heart that you’ve ever seen.
And you’ve never met anyone as positive as I am sometimes.
I am the most gorgeous woman that you’ve ever known
And you’ll never meet anyone, who’s as everything as I am sometimes.”
-A.Morissette
Even if you can’t do it well. Be art.
(Source: onnothingandeverything, via rubysunday)
Bows and America.
Love Angst Continued
“I wish the couple on the corner would just get a room.
Seems like everyone around Me’s on their honeymoon.
I’d like to take a pin to a heart-shaped balloon”
-Hunter Hayes
Hunter, YOU SPEAK MY LIFE.
I’m sure it seems that all I post these days are anti-love sentiments. It’s true. I’ve always had these feelings but now more than ever they are climaxing and I need to vent.
YOU ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF YOUR PARTS! Meaning, there is more to you then the boy or girl you glue yourself to. Gosh, it just absolutely DUMBFOUNDS me how people become completely and totally ENGULFED in another human being once they enter into a relationship. I mean for goodness sake; it’s like people can’t FUNCTION without their significant other. It’s like each person is their own entity, they meet, they become “boyfriend and girlfriend” then they’re automatically one unit. A two for one deal. Who they were before they met each other is dead and gone. Um, you were born alone [unless you were a twin but that doesn’t even matter] and you will more than likely die on your own. Try working on not losing you. Because really, YOU is all you have.
I have vowed before and will vow until the day I expire that my friends will never NOT be an active part of my life. I will NOT be that girl that becomes a mere extension of whoever I’m dating. Because it’s crappy. And it’s all too common nowadays, to lose sight of your friends and fly solo with “the lover”
Once again, effff that.
Man, I’m not even trying to, but my “anti-relationship” sentiments grow stronger and stronger each day. Every person, be them in a relationship or not, just really highlights how you’re really better off being single.
Sorry T. Swift and Boys Like Girls, two is NOT better than one.
Love.
(Source: drunkonstevphen, via waitingfor-my-ruca)
Not many people can say when closing in on 24 years old that they are still best friends with the people they went to preschool with.
Lucky for me, I can. And I live with mine.
Kyle and Courtney.
Thing 1 & Thing 2.
Best friends.
My heart hurts tonight. I cannot believe North Carolina supported Amendment 1 like it did.
Just further proves some of my more recent posts. People are selfish. And heartless. And just….ahhhh.
I’m shocked that people are so closed minded. But then again, I shouldn’t be.
joepine asked: You're great. Your latest post is EXACTLY how I feel lately. <3 I miss you girl :)
Aw thanks!! It needed to be said! And I miss you too OL Joey:( let’s plan a reunion this summer!?
The only thing I love more than life (well, second only to NASCAR)
My Nilla Bean
I’m horrible.
But really….
I am the most optimistic person you’d ever meet. I see the bright side of everything. My glass is always half full…..even if it’s running on empty, there’s still something there. Hope should have been my middle name, because I always have it. But there is one thing that I am a hardcore pessimist about. Well, maybe not a pessimist, but just don’t downright believe. And that’s love. Love is a vague term; there are an endless number of definitions. And I’m not saying I don’t believe in love in all forms, because I do. The love I feel for family and close friends is undoubtely real. The feeling I get when I look at my Nilla Bean [the cutest pup on the planet] is without a doubt unwaivering love. The passion I have for studying history, or getting lost in a forest, or working out would definitely touch upon love. And hell, it should be undoubtedly clear and without reservation that I LOVE motorsports more than anything in the universe. The above stated things give me that feeling that cannot be described…only felt. But the love I do not believe in is the love Disney shoved down my throat as a little girl. The love that Hollywood exagerates. The love people always talk or read about about but never seem to find. The kind that dies. Romantic love.
effff that!
At the end of the day everything going on in my world depends on ME. Me, myself and I. And I think it is pathetic that people, guys and girls alike, believe that someone ELSE makes them a better person. Or the kind of person they were meant to be. No, YOU alone should be the reason to be the best person you can be. You should not, under any circumstance, have to change who you are as an individual, for someone else. Yes, any relationship takes work, but to lose sight of yourself, your hopes and dreams, because of someone else is lame. I don’t need someone to take care of me, because I can take care of myself. I don’t need someone to tell me I’m beautiful, because I already know so. I’m good by myself. Why would I pull the reigns back on who I am to get involved with someone else, only to have them peace out at the end of the day. Yeah, pessimistic, I know. But nowadays, its all too common. Girl falls for boy. Girl loses self. Boy cheats. Boy leaves. Girl is heartbroken and lost. Sorry, who needs it? I’ve enough battles going on in my world, I don’t need to worry about someone else every moment of everyday.
Everyone needs to figure out who they are. What makes them tick. What makes them melt. Where their heart lies and what dream they plan to fight for. Everyone needs to tell the truth. I’m talking blatant, raw fact. Don’t sugar coat it or twist it or lie. That does nothing for anyone. Stand strong and proud all by yourself. And maybe then, once everyone is whole on their own, can they find someone to spend their time with.
Temorary fulfillment and lust have taken the place of love and I refuse to take part. I’m good. I’m good.
And like the band A Day to Remember said “If you take it from me, live your life for yourself. ‘Cause when it’s all said and done, you don’t need anyone else. C’mon!”
I don’t foresee my “anit-significant other” phase ending any time soon.
