Tumblr (3.0; @annaaabella)http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/<p>It takes too much effort to fall asleep</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/50278249826http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/50278249826Mon, 13 May 2013 03:01:46 +0800<p>I don&#8217;t know, this is worst than putting up with the office bitch.</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/49341267320http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/49341267320Wed, 01 May 2013 13:40:47 +0800<p>Home is where the heart is. When your heart is broken, what happens to your home?</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/47974748253http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/47974748253Mon, 15 Apr 2013 03:04:36 +0800<p><div class="header"> <h2 class="me">ev·er·more</h2>  <span class="pronset"><span></span> <span class="show_spellpr"><span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron">ev-er-<span class="boldface">mawr</span>, -<span class="boldface">mohr</span></span><span class="prondelim">]</span>  <span class="pron_toggle"><a class="pronlink" title="Click to show IPA">Show IPA</a></span></span></span></div> <div class="body"> <div class="pbk"><span class="pg"><span id="hotword"><span>adverb</span></span></span> <div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span><span>1.</span></span></span> <div class="dndata"><span><span>always;</span> <span>continually;</span> <span>forever.</span></span></div> </div> <div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span>2.</span></span> <div class="dndata"><span><span>at</span> <span>all</span> <span>future</span> <span>times;</span> <span>henceforth.</span></span></div> </div> </div> </div> <div class="tail"></div> <div class="tail"></div> <div class="tail"></div></p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/43815723963http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/43815723963Sun, 24 Feb 2013 01:44:00 +0800<p>When people ask me what do I wanna do, I always shrug and say “I don’t know…maybe blah blah blah, or blah blah blah”. But the truth is, I want to be a mother. I want to be a mother more than anything. Don’t fucking roll your eyes and dismiss me. Ever since what happened with Phil, I’ve never been so sure about what I want.</p> <p>I have a job, I may or may not have a career, and that is fine with me. Financial success and career advancement does not motivate me, and it sure as hell won&#8217;t fulfill me like my child will. I will make enough money to support my (future) child and myself but that is all. I’m sick of everyone insinuating that I don’t have a fucking goal in my life. I am <em>not</em> fucking sorry that my goal in life isn&#8217;t to get “a good job” and make money to buy shit I don’t need.</p> <p>I’ve been fortunate to have the financial means to live…freely and it’s been fun. I’ll admit my life is a little messed up now, cos I’m a little messed up now but I’m trying to pick up the pieces and move on - cutting out prescription drugs is a huge improvement for me. I’m still far from being a responsible mother but I know I’ll give my future child 110 percent and I hope that’s enough to raise a happy and decent human being.</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/43814924876http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/43814924876Sun, 24 Feb 2013 01:34:00 +0800<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9b4edb8e4dcf2d795a40e69d3e6f4601/tumblr_mi2whwPa6o1qzpegpo3_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/c5e3b51e9e113257cd47413ff3f1a22e/tumblr_mi2whwPa6o1qzpegpo1_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3a9d0318c9325096c20757bf8f20c754/tumblr_mi2whwPa6o1qzpegpo2_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3ab7ed4a78ecb4b3240e406146125b1b/tumblr_mi2whwPa6o1qzpegpo6_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3ac8d5761e1514d221c7f04daaebbcbe/tumblr_mi2whwPa6o1qzpegpo7_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/42992336003http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/42992336003Wed, 13 Feb 2013 17:16:50 +0800<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0pujqhkvY1qglmo4o1_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0pujqhkvY1qglmo4o2_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/41799473861http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/41799473861Wed, 30 Jan 2013 03:19:00 +0800<p>I miss the times at Chestnut</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/41777130912http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/41777130912Tue, 29 Jan 2013 18:42:57 +0800<p><em>Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.</em></p> <p><em><br/></em></p> <p>Like my sister from another mother.</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/39369815499http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/39369815499Tue, 01 Jan 2013 16:13:09 +0800<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc97e2FG3M1qzz2h3o1_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc97e2FG3M1qzz2h3o2_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc97e2FG3M1qzz2h3o3_250.gif"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc97e2FG3M1qzz2h3o4_250.gif"/><br/> <br/>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/39320240153http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/39320240153Tue, 01 Jan 2013 02:31:43 +0800“I feel your pain. I mean, I would if I could. But it’s yours, and I can’t really feel it. I imagine your pain. Based on my own pain. It’s probably the same. Right?”<br/><br/> - <em><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://itchybonbons.tumblr.com/post/23171090758/i-feel-your-pain-i-mean-i-would-if-i-could-but">Elizabeth Trundle</a> </em>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/38864140861http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/38864140861Wed, 26 Dec 2012 21:08:57 +0800<p>What happens if you can&#8217;t weather another storm?</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/38860585370http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/38860585370Wed, 26 Dec 2012 19:02:33 +0800<p>It feels like 2012 just started but it&#8217;s already November. I&#8217;ve loved and lost, loved and lost. But mostly lost. I lost some really good friends, some money, some habits, some of my mind, but most importantly, I lost someone that meant <em>everything</em> to me.</p> <p>Now that shit has blown over, I&#8217;m still learning to pick myself up. This year has been cruel, <em>you</em> have been cruel. Friends try to console me, tell me his death is a blessing in disguise. Maybe, but I&#8217;ll never know.  </p> <p>He was my purpose and meaning, and he&#8217;s gone. </p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/35352713172http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/35352713172Sat, 10 Nov 2012 04:09:00 +0800personalhttp://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/24964220779http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/24964220779Wed, 13 Jun 2012 02:05:47 +0800<p><em><span>You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.</span></em></p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/20912809209http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/20912809209Thu, 12 Apr 2012 02:23:53 +0800<p><em><span>They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they are chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives your purpose and meaning</span></em></p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/20786963832http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/20786963832Tue, 10 Apr 2012 01:40:56 +0800<p>A Valium a day keeps the blues away. <br/> A Valium a day makes your troubles seem okay. <br/> A Valium a day keeps your demons at bay.</p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/20397843249http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/20397843249Tue, 03 Apr 2012 14:25:36 +0800valium<p><em><span>They’re about detaching yourself from your anxieties and feeling a sense of togetherness. They’re about letting go and being the lovely mess you deserve to be. You should feel safe and secure, even in the “mistakes” you  make, because you’re always surrounded by people who love you.</span></em></p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/19612238224http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/19612238224Tue, 20 Mar 2012 11:39:48 +0800<p><em><span>I think it’s going to be your fault though. Your actions will be the reason why I’ll eventually hate you. I know that you’re a cold man. It didn’t seem like it when we first met but the more I look around inside of you, I realize just how chilly you are. It’s a quiet emotional distance, hard to pinpoint, which makes it all the more difficult to fix. It’s the way you turn away from me in bed five minutes too early, or fail to notice when I’m upset with you. I don’t think you understand people. Or maybe you understand them all too well and don’t care to know more.</span></em></p>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/19184588696http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/19184588696Tue, 13 Mar 2012 01:12:00 +0800<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0d4t20AuP1qb8qvfo1_500.gif"/><br/><br/>http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/18724248994http://annaaabella.tumblr.com/post/18724248994Sun, 04 Mar 2012 21:43:50 +0800