December 2011
“Ninety five percent of the time, everything is actually okay in the moment. What...”
– Emma Stone (via roscoe-)
I am happy there are all these fireworks, these explosions are an extroverted translation of my inside feelings.
im going to put my duvet on the ground, and lay on it and stare at the ceiling in my anger. thank you. like by sending their 11 year old in here it’s like a mother freaking field trip, she’s so excited just to look at any of my stuff, and I have personal stuff in here. She must have been absolutely delighted coming in here and fiddling around and doing things. well good for you, now im...
oh and also because I know you all care they ‘tried to call me to find out where I was’ ITS A SATURDAY ITS A HOLIDAY ITS MY DAY OFF GET OUT OF MY LIFE YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW WHERE I WAS. I was sending a letter and a package to my sister.. seriously. UGH
That is so rude. What is the point of giving me a separate living quarters when everytime I go somewhere you walk in, and change my thermostat, open my windows, open my curtains, lock or unlock my door. GET OUT!!!!!!!!!! When I notice I storm to my room, attempt to open my door, but its LOCKED when I didn’t LOCK IT and then unlocked it, slammed my door, pulled all my curtains down, and my...
I could KILL!!!!!!!!! I leave my room for 2 seconds and my bosses send their ELEVEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER INTO MY BEDROOM TO OPEN THE WINDOWS, OPEN MY CURTAINS AND LOCK MY DOOR.
AAAAAAAAAAGH! ACIHAIOFJS I DONT INVADE THEIR PRIVACY! SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MAD.
it this sort of thing that makes me angry with the wealthy people. The cell phone that they were supposed to top up for me they didn’t, and they refuse to let me make a 1 minute phone call (WHICH WOULD COST THEM NOTHING) on their landline. And then the turn around and constantly ask me to reassure them of their generosity. Did I also forget to mention they haven’t paid me for this week...
Kyra's 2011
Well friends, in 2011, I had a mini world war three in my Katimavik group, moved back home after being in Quebec City for 3 months, worked in an organic grocery store which was pure torture for 4 months and then reset myself once more to move to the Netherlands. In the Netherlands I quit my job in a week because the conditions were absolutely horrid and I knew I couldn’t live my life like...
& welcome to my new followers, there has been a couple in the past few days. Thank you all. (:
Wow I am so indecisive. I never used to be you know. I used to make choices really fast, and was like BAM just made that choice so lets deal with it! But now I stand in a grocery store and stand in the aisle for like 10 hours staring at cookies and I can’t decide which package I want, and so all the shelf stockers stare at me because there is like 3 per aisle at any given time in NL. But...
“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”
– Anne Frank (via optically)
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For some reason, candles make me feel less alone, they’re something in themselves, and also react to their environment. Anyhow, it’s 3am, birds are chirping, and people are settin off fireworks. I suppose that’s my cue to go to sleep.
“I know if you could snap both your fingers that you’d escape with me.”
– Waste - Foster the People
-while showing my host mom pictures of me and my sister when younger- Me: I really actually look pretty much the same.. Her: No, your face was thinner there. Gotta love that straight forward so called ‘dutch’ approach..
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