February 2012
I’m excited,
and I’m sad.
I hope you’ll be okay.
You would never tell me if you weren’t.
but we’ll be okay.
“Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.”
– Anne Frank
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via cheshire-pussycat)
I love all things flawed, rough, crooked, faulted, asymmetrical, off.
“welcome to your new home.
welcome to the nursery.”
oh Mackenzie. don’t say that. oh jesus christ.
If that post that says that biting the skin around your nails and biting your lips is indicative of a future anxiety disorder, then I’m fucked on both accounts.
but I doubt that it’s accurate. it sounds pretty ambiguous and assumptive…and they said “fact”, so its validity is worth questioning.
mild, conflicting emotions.
“the further away I am from the human race, the happier I am.”
– Charles Bukowski
my5tic41andshit:
my problems:
boys
getting outbid on ebay
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Dog Song
“Who walked the dog Lost in the fog? Squat down below Tongue to the snow Oh the coyote called He wants back his hide Oh baby where to start? Give me back my bones And maybe we can talk Between the sheets It was just you and me Screaming so loud Staring so proud Oh loud Who are you? Said the sun to the moon La da di da La da di da Eclipse, my hips are all yours tonight Hurry up, baby Hurry...
hounds of heaven // jesse woods
e-lbows:
Me and tumblr was like peas and carrots.
the freshman have taken over our Thomas More hangout spot.
how dare they.
I remember new years, when I realized and thought to myself,
“Damn, I’ve missed this feeling.”
I kinda want that feeling.
I absolutely love talking to drunk people.
although what they say probably isn’t the most sincere or accurate,
they’re so open and accepting.
I would say yes.
I wish, I wish.
but I’ll have to be patient.
my dad has turned into Ron Swanson.
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Ray Charles playing at Starbucky’s.
diggin it.
I miss summer and tshirts and shorts and warmth and sun and summer music and driving with the windows open and not using alarm clock and all lovely things.
I’m been working on IAs all day.
ay dios mio, my back is done.
this history IA really isn’t bad so far. even if I don’t get a fantastic grade, I’m proud of myself for the effort I put into to it. that’s all that really matters to me at this point.
those chocolate chip cookies look intolerably delicious.
“I passed a chinese restaurant that i shit you not, was called Restaurant Ching...”
– Mary, my coworker that’s in Paris until August
