January 2009
88 posts
ONE RESOLUTION
inconsistent:
Stop being such a boy. I am a girl and should act like one. This means I must:
flirt
not discuss the pros and cons of other girls’ boobs
stop cussing (this will be the most difficult)
perhaps watch more Gossip Girl and chick flicks
hang out with more girls
bake
Look out, 2009. This girl is gonna fuck your shit up!
Stop being such a girl. i know i am one but it’s...
December 2008
72 posts
this is the music for my new years eve →
Your lips are like wine, and I want to get drunk.
– (via littlemiss)
it's been almost a week since i've hung out with...
and i’ve been having way too much fun without him. i like it.
You know when you’re sitting on a chair and you lean back so you’re just on two...
– _Stephen Wright (via overflowing) (via brightlywound)
one of the top ten things NOT to do in the winter
take a shower with the garden hose in 62 degree weather with the wind blowing out in your backyard.
i’d choose The Clash for sure.
– stupid john tucker. this unwitting comment has driven me mad.
i'm never enough
i can never live up to everyone’s expectations. just when i start living up to my own and start to be myself and feel like i belong, i realize that that is exactly when i disappoint everyone the most.
MARTINA
i am going to give you your present during the break, k? because i have three hours of present/christmas extravaganza torture and i would not be able to do yours justice. now i can recognize that it’s christmas because that good old yule tide headache is back. happy holidays, elizabeth. here’s a migrane just for you. love, santa.
Oh never-ending thoughts of you
Time can make it seem alright
Why can’t...
– Film School “dear me”
THEORY: EVERYONE LOOKS BETTER IN THE RAIN
so far i have not been proved incorrect. today was a pretty day.
For the dreamers;
entrails:
crowned:
havent-got-a-prayer:
For the ones who look to the sky and imagine the possibilities. To the one’s who look at a pile of discarded garbage on the side of the road, and see art. To the one’s who often feel overwhelmed by the beauty of other people. To the one’s who write, and paint, and think. To the one’s who hate humanity, yet love it to death. To the one’s who feel...