Fame Insanity
Good-bye Fame Insanity (on Tumblr)

I’m not sure what I was expecting when I joined Tumblr four years ago. For most of my life until now, I had only imagined accomplishment and self-fulfillment in my head, through pipe dreams I’ve had since five. I just wanted to be famous.

On Tumblr, I used to bold or italicize the phrases that I thought were important in a post (usually metaphors or analogies) because I thought they were the most clever - the most thought I had put into writing the piece. I see now, by doing so, I have judged my own work before even allowing myself to release it, drawing attention to the places I want it to go. Great writers never bold their words in books, hoping to be quoted. Why should I?

Now, at the brink of entering my twenties, I no longer seek attention over superficial things, like tons of notes over a picture of myself, or some cliche (but awful) post above love or dating. I no longer dream in circles about being on the cover of magazines or hearing my voice on the radio.

After these past four years of soul searching, I’m now laying “Fame Insanity” to rest, although this blog has been long gone for a while now. My life is different now and so am I.

Parting is such sweet fucking sorrow ——-

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Never fear! Find me @ www.foundfameless.tumblr.com

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Jasper | LA

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Jasper | LA

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Audrey

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Audrey

y’all can keep the bread while i sip on the wine cup

y’all can keep the bread while i sip on the wine cup

i think i need to make the transition from earphones to headphones

i think i need to make the transition from earphones to headphones

How can they not [be afraid of love]? You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt—you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling—like having your heart carved out.

It leaves you naked and exposed, wondering what you did to make them want to hurt you so badly when all you did was love them. What is so wrong with you that no one can keep faith with you? That no one can love you? To have it happen once is bad enough… but to have it repeated? Who in their right mind would not be terrified of that?

Devil May Cry; Sherrilyn Kenyon
Double deuces to my old life.
ashleydelinko:

Love this.

ashleydelinko:

Love this.