Name: Chelsea
Tumblr Name: onlychelsea
Nicknames: Chel, Chels, Chellie, Chelerella, Chelonator, Chelifur, Chel Bell, Cee
Birthday: June 19th
Age: 17
Location: Mississauga, ON
Current school/job: High School student, graduating!
Sexual orientation: straight
Status: In a relationship :)
Random fact about yourself: I’m a lifeguard
Hobbies/Interests: writing, film, computers and technology and anything geeky, doodling, very casually playing guitar
Do you smoke/drink: no smoking, but i drink… :)
Favorite Tumblr blogs?: too many!
Why Tumblr?: Friends
Those fuckers at best buy don't pick up their phones.
Like fuck! I called during business hours 10 GOD DAMN TIMES in 4 DIFFERENT DEPARTMENTS and no one picked up!! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS? I WANT WINDOWS 7 GOD DAMNIT!
Its been a fucking month!
1 day ago
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Minority Report - if we have computers like this in the future, its gonna blow my mind. I hope I’ll be around long enough to witness it. I’m such a geek :)
1 day agoA long time ago,
you were complaining about how other people thought about the way you looked. And I said, “You could get hit by a bus, have your face ripped off, be hospitalized and unrecognizable, and I would still love you. I’d visit you every day, I’d call you, and I’d emphasize the fact that your personality is what keeps me by your bed, not your looks.”
You told me that if my face got ripped off by a bus, you would probably break up with me.
I forget the reason why. Something about image, how it would make me look, and I didn’t get it. I never got how you could possibly justify dumping me for suddenly looking hideous from a freak accident with something about self-image. At least you were being honest. I excused it.
It’s been three years, and I’m wondering if anything has changed in your mind.
I feel you are still so obsessed with sex and media and socialism and looks and all that horseshit that you cannot see what we really are. And I wish, I wish for one second, I could believe you when you call me beautiful.
You look at my eyes, not through them, and use that word.
Typing this is probably pointless. Nothing I say or do will change the things you are obsessed with. But that’s okay, in time you will learn. And I’ll wait for you because I love you, and I want us to be happy. Waiting is nothing
if the reward is precious. Besides, if it kills me, something would eventually.
And never be worried I will leave you. I won’t. I don’t trust even the greatest of guys. I can’t, it’s not worth the pain.
