Jessica Nguyen
My words, other thoughts, and mostly poetry.
My words, other thoughts, and mostly poetry.
HUGE GIVEAWAY!
If you win, you will recieve:
All of the pokemon figures shown- none are damaged and mewtwo is slightly white.
1 game of your choice. All include booklets and games are not damaged in any way. You will recieve on this game: One shiny starter of your choice (level 5) and also one shiny pokemon of your choice (level 100).
You will get Pokemon Link and Pokemon Dash also with these games- same description as above)
A full eevee family. Brand-new. Includes: Eevee, Vaporeon, Jolteon, Flareon, Espeon, Umbreon, Leafeon and Glaceon.
A Starly plush. This calls when wing is pressed.
A Buneary plush. This calls when its ear is pressed.
A Pachirisu plush. This calls when its tail is pressed.
A Charmander plush.
A Jigglypuff plush.
A Pokemon Black and White Walkthrough Guide. This is new.
I post free to anywhere.
PLEASE NOTE: You do not have to be following me however I will enter your name another time if you are following me. You can reblog this post as many times as you like. Likes do not count and I will post the winner on the 28th of April.
Good Luck!
(Source: dragonitessss, via -malevolency)
I woke up this morning and my throat kinda hurt
Sun shining in my eyes, but I still was not alert
Coughing up a storm, lungs feeling kinda weezy
So I’m spittin out these lines, forget “hail breezy”
Cousin dropped by, gave me this OJ
Handed it to me, said “I love you, you know Jay”
I said thankyou, and he gave me a hug
He was on his way to work, that working-class thug
Drinking my OJ, but meds are for pricks
Ordered some Chinese food, eating with a pair of chopsticks
Now I’m sitting here dropping beats while I feelin’ like crap
Here you go, Alexa, this is my sick girl rap.
Word
Alexa, here is my sick girl rap. I would actually record it but I have a huge migraine lolz
LOL
Here it was.
The moment where your heart drops 10 stories. From one little word; one little mention of their name. One little glance of them from across the way, and you instantly want to run in slow motion to meet them in the middle like in those sappy, romantic movies. When you get a text, and automatically light up because you know it’s from that one person. Staying up at night, talking to them for hours on the phone, but just laying in the dark not even having to say a word but still be having a great time. When you had some exciting news or amazing story, they are the first person you want to tell. When something pops up that reminds you of some inside joke with them, and you immediately text or call them and they know exactly what is going on. The feeling of constantly missing them.
Here it is.
The moment where your heart drops 10 stories. From one little word; one little mention of their name. One little glance of maybe their shoe or a shoulder at the other end of the hallway and you just keep on walking in the opposite direction. When you get a text, and automatically light up, hoping it’s that one person. Staying up at night, thinking about them for hours on end, but just laying in the dark not even saying a word, wondering how things changed so much. When you have some exciting news or amazing story, and you don’t know who to run to with the excitement. When something pops up that reminds you of some inside joke with them, and you immediately remember all the other inside jokes you had with them, along with all the good memories. The feeling of constantly missing them.
There it goes.
The moment where your heart drops 10 stories. From one little word; one little mention of their name. One little glance of them laughing and smiling with someone else. When you get a text, and automatically light up, hoping it’s that one person, yet deep-down, knowing it’s not. Staying up at night, thinking about them for hours on end, but just laying in the dark not even saying a word, wanting to go back and change so much. When you have some exciting news or amazing story, and you don’t even bother to run to anyone with the excitement. When something pops up that reminds you of some inside joke with them, and you immediately remember all the other inside jokes you had with them, along with all the good memories. The feeling of constantly missing them.
…and, there. It’s gone.
The only driven thing about you was…
the fact you had me screwed over. I refrain from calling you a tool, you screwdriver. I refrain from calling you the curse words my mouth mouths during bad traffic. Yeah, you got me driven too. Maybe you used the mileage in my s(miles) when you test drove me. When you drove me to detest you…when life was better with you on the ride, but fuck Bonnie and Clyde. Ride till we die, we should have been pulled over.
We drove past cliffs that bridges we could never get over, we ended up burning.
And you wonder why we couldn’t ever “move” on, and yet you were so driven. So driven that the only driven thing about you was…
the fact you used up all our fuel. How we were just short few from renewal. When tanks became “empty”, our thanks were empty too that we had nothing to be grateful for in an automobile set more towards “auto”..YOU, with me as “mobile”. Oh, I was so convenient wasn’t I? So reachable.
Driven, without a destination. Driven, without direction. Driven, without thinking about who was sitting in passenger. The only thing driven about you or rather by you was..
Me.
The stutter of tears interrupt my breath. The pounding of my heart grows louder and louder, the sound filling my ears. I can’t believe the pain, the suffering, and the intentional instability that you put me through. I need you, your heart, your soul, and your mind to be aligned with mine—we are flesh, and we are blood. With that is supposed to come unconditional love, with no room for marginal error. Yet somehow you’ve squeezed it in. All my life, since as long as I could remember. Jealousy hit me, every day of every week of every month of ever year. My friends’ parents would always be out in the crowds at performances; they would come to school and help out, they would be involved even in the slightest ways with their kids. Mine were the only ones that never showed up. Mine are still the ones that never show up. I guess that’s the point of them never showing up. Shows always come with an un-asked for encore. It’s like re-runs of your favorite show that just keep playing over and over. You want so badly for a new episode to come on, you get tired of the same old one that plays over and over, yet you still won’t can’t change the channel.
I crave love, I crave support. My friends try to oblige, but it’s never the same. I want it from them. From my parents. From my sister..my family. I’m tired of being torn down. If an arsonist burned down a building, the owners will rebuild. But how many times does that building get burned down before finally going out of business?
Think about it.
