Haptic Gallimaufry
Night0nfire
Jenna.
→ It’s sad that

I can’t delete my facebook even though I have a stalker who made a fake page of me and copies all of my pictures and posts: including something about my pop pop dying. I’m sure the stalker is reading this now, which is why I don’t post anything personal. Honestly, it really doesn’t bother me too much. It creeped me out at first, but seriously the thing that bothers me more is the fact that I can’t delete my facebook and that I rather go through all of my friends (which have been built up over five years) and delete the ones that I don’t know. Not like I add people who I don’t know anymore. This was when I was dumb and 15. So, i’m frustrated that i’m hoarding a virtual page because pictures and comments have built up over the years. essentially

→ i forgot how incredible pop rocks were

pop rocks rawk

tamburina: A couple in a rowboat watching as their cat jumps into the water. Photograph by Nina Leen, 1950s.
“I am responsible for everything except for my very responsibility, for I am not the foundation of my being. Therefore everything takes place as if I were compelled to be responsible. I am abandoned in the world… in the sense that I find myself suddenly alone and without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.”
likethesun: untitled by CaylaNoel on Flickr.