February 2012
53 posts
it's that witching hour,
where your stomach begins to talk to you.
oh delusional, delusional.
Blessed With Insight: I read this on yahoo. →
barbieblows:
The only way to get rid of heavy thighs is to starve yourself into an unhealthy body weight. You may hate your thighs, but the good news is nobody else hates them. In fact, there is somebody out there who loves you and will/or does already love your thighs, too. I heard a good joke about this…
“Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to...”
– -Elizabeth Wurtzel
a little aspiration,
a side job, most probably, but i think i’d really like being a massage therapist.
oh yes.
A lot on the mind,
must mean i should busy myself more.
mindless fantasies, and poetic words adieu.
Don't gimme no bammer weed.: maddierose: A... →
maddierose:
A Collection of Rare and Obscure Words Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips. Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on. Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge. Apodyopis - The act of mentally…
“ Another the god made from the wicked vixen,
a woman who knows all things....”
– Simonides
Double entendres,
oh how i love them. <3
Real best friends.
thai-myshoes:
Are the ones that are always there. You don’t need to talk to them every single day or be in the same group of friends but once you start talking to them, it’s endless hours of conversations. They’re the ones that knows you best and no matter how much you drift from them, they’re still your best friends.
common sense? D:
It fit perfectly inside my small right hand. I...
the intro sentence of my essay. fuck yeah :3
the butterflies,
how doth the little butterflies flutter on through
in and out of books hovering shelves too
tis a strange site to see, to feel
for the attraction to this spectacle is dreamy but real
it’s not a lovely feeling though you see,
it’s something punctured like a sting of a bee
oh how i wish to touch those wings
just a lust, and other things
queenfancy asked: Karin<3 We need to hang out! I miss you.
you made me cry
sherlock, you. ;C
good talks,
gotta love’m. <3
bonding time ftw :)
i can't even,
describe. sherlock holmes. season 2.
holy fuck.
i screamed, yelped, struggled, jumped, aksjdfhakljdfhalkjdfhkajfhalk
there are no words. D;
World's saddest story
heyfunniest:
Need to laugh? This blog is perfect for you!!
:,C
all them couples on valentines day,
:,( makes me miss MAIINE. wah.
its okay tho, EL PRESIDENTE WEEKEND. <3
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2 down 1 to go.
aced my anthro :,)
not sure about the greek.
and soc. oh soc. -o-;;;; WHALE WHALE WHALE.
tired eyes,
oh woes of midterms and procrastinating.
but, proud of maiself :,)
one more week!
and tomorroww <3
so many things to look forward to!!! and so many things to keep me going.
life’s looking up, no more anomie~
unknowingly,
got a bid. I didn’t know that it was a bid. i wasn’t even sure what a bid was.. but
explains the 4am visit :) heehee!
yaaaaaaaaaaaaay~ sooo egggciteeeeed <3
sigma kappa chi,
it was spontaneous, but as cliche as it sounds, it felt as it was meant to be.
i was having such a hard time in sb, and here i am back to normal like nothing ever changed. I guess people and atmosphere really do matter.
hope it all goes wellll ;D
refreshed.
turning around,
my life.
lost,
somewhere along the way, in the transition from high school to college, i lost it.
it’s something important and dear, something that made me so secure.
i feel so lost without it.
i was so exuberant, happy, excited, full of the vigor of life.
friends. i brought people to me.
not anymore, because i have lost it.
somewhere along the way.
where did all my self-confidence go? where.
MarkHara: Rite Aid Lady →
markhara:
A couple weeks ago when I was walking into Rite Aid, I passed by an elderly woman who noticed that I was clapping my hands as I was walking. I dont know or remember why I was clapping my hands, but sometimes I subconsciously do it as I walk. Anyways, the elderly woman turned to me as we passed by…
woah. deep mark.
