figuring out the world.
“dear terica… So, I’m trying this new ‘fanmail’ out…mainly because what I want to say is longer than what the ask will let me write. It’s been just over a year since the night I met you, and fell in love with the band who held your heart and who now holds mine as well. That night changed me so much, and for the best. You told me to write, to get this tumblr, and be who I am. Your book...
hattercommamad asked: so i finally realized that you reminded me of kelly kapowski
thetiniestterror asked: Tell you a story. Hmm. A story about how nothing in the world makes me happier than watching three brothers throw themselves around onstage, letting the music explode out of them in a prism of crowd surfing and head banging, and how nothing in the world makes us happier or smile bigger than watching them do so.
circlesandsoundwaves asked: So I was looking through your old posts, and saw that you posted something about the LVDM/White Rose split. AHHH. I went to summer camp with Mr. Will Tenney a few years ago, and they are the sweetest boys.
This week, there are only glimpses of me. Next week will be better.– tera.
recklesskhaos asked: Happy birthdayy!!! I miss youuu, and can't wait till you release the second half of half unread!!! :)
lauraann343 asked: I always come to you for advice and never think anything of it. I never tell you how much it means to me and how much you mean to me and I never thank you properly. Thank you so much. You honestly have done so much for me in this past year with all the advice. I'd be so lost without your help. But maybe I needed to be lost for a little bit, that's how it's been the past few months,...
It’s haunting. What you can remember, if you really choose to focus on what was, instead of only what wasn’t. It’s sickening to face the truth. To put it into words so that someone else can someday have the fortune, or dishonor, of secondhand living your tale. I suppose this is why it’s taking me a while to finish this book. And also why I throw a hissy fit everytime I have...
If you’ve ever thought, ‘Who will ever love me?’– t
Sometimes, I really wonder- if biting your tongue is worth all the smarting and stinging when instead, you could just open right up and slander her with all the, the ooze… the slime of being made to feel guilty, unwanted, unimpotant, and betrayed. To say I’m a better person would be going too far, I’ll admit, because I taste blood. Terica.