December 2009
14 posts
1 tag
IT'S GOING TO SNOW.
i don’t know why i’m excited about this. but it’s cold, and i want a change in scenery. i mean, the white flakes are pretty… even if they make me shiver all the way into my heart.
my family accidentally cut down a blue spruce christmas tree this year, instead of a fraiser. so it’s really prickly. i had to wear gloves while i was putting on the lights and the...
EW I HATE BEING ALL GUSHY.
It’s just. With him, I can’t help it. By: “I’ll be home saturday, haha,” I want him to mean: “I’ll be home saturday, I think we should hang out!”
Hanging out with him would make my life. I wish I was exaggerating…
him: so im gonna go, alright?
me: mkeydoke
g'night!
him: have a good week
ill be home satruday!
haha
bye byee
FoRmSpRiNg
hullo! uhm. gah. i hate that i only come on tumblr when i have absolutely no time to. i just. wanted to respond to a couple-a things in my neglected formspring on my neglected blog.
i would love you to begin posting again. i like thought-provoking formsprings. hmm. the idea of love is always popular on tumblr. but overused. for sure. do you think…it is possible to live a life of...
I would like to start posting again very much...
I just don’t know where to start. I fear I’ve lost my knack at tumblr-ing.
Junior year. It’s sapping the creativity right out of me.
November 2009
24 posts
Im really tired but I have some papers to write
(via dearamanda)
hi there! this would be… the definition of my life.
An American cannot converse, but he can discuss…
– Alexis de Tocqueville
To my lovely followers...
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN???
http://www.formspring.com/forms/?740376-dJi5HI0Co0
I opened my e-mails for the first time in ages and found this in my formspring.
sigh.
i know my tumblr has been in impossible neglect, and i know i’m not good at this whole formspring thing (…i would love to respond, really! it’s just a billion people said hi. and i didn’t know how to say hi...
FORTIFIED!
I am currently doing homework. IN MY FORT!
Pretty much, I was looking around my rawther small room this afternoon and realized it had the perfect dimensions for a classic blanket fort. And now it’s a cozy nest of blankets and atmospheric lighting.
Pictures to come later! Heh.
He stumbled into faith and thought,
“God this is all there...
– thelovelyReginaSpektor
formspring? →
This is making me feel better. →
“i hate that im never going to be enough for you
that there will always be things you can only do with her. that you only want to do with her. things that i can’t. won’t. do with you. you will always miss her. i will never be good enough.”
you are the only one saying that you’re not enough. there are things that i only want to do with her, yes. but there are things i only...
My hair is all frizzy.
And it was cold outside today. Almost all of the leaves were off the trees. I wore my new Halloween socks that have little ghosts on them, because today was supposed to be a clean slate.
It wasn’t.
But I’m still going to go watch a scary movie at my church. Just. Instead of going alone, I’m bringing my teddy-bear. And my fuzzy leopard-print blanket.
Oh and…
I wish...
Retro Disney...
Gordo: Parents scrape and sacrifice to provide us with shelter, support and guidance, and in return, we have as little to do with them as possible. It's nature's law.
Miranda: Yeah. It's like you come home and they ask, "What did you do today?" and we say "Mmm, nothing." And they ask, "Well, what are you doing tonight?" and we say, "I dunno..." And they ask, "Why don't you ever talk to us?" and we say, "Why can't you just leave me alone?!" And you run upstairs.
Gordo: As little communication as possible. It prepares us for marriage.
October 2009
42 posts
I felt like giving you all my two cents for the...
“One day, we’re gonna get out…” ~Coldplay (Lovers in Japan)
I really like this song.
I also really like my teddy bear. And Curious George.
My back hurts, and for some reason I’m actually enjoying chemistry. I’m cold, and lovesick, and am dying for that chance to make everything different. So I can mess it up, and learn from my mistakes.
I’m writing...
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes...
– (via tryingtokissthesky)
jammification
n. the art of putting on one’s pajamas.
Flannel sheets, fuzzy blankets, and cozy night-wear. Three of winter’s few redeeming features.
I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I’m awake…
– Ernest Hemingway