February 2012
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I wish mirrors could show you what cameras see. Because holy fuck, I thought I looked decent yesterday, but then looked at a picture of me, and no.
My eyes were deceiving me.
Unless I gained 75 pounds over the course of 10 hours.
Paradox: If hipsters love Nutella, but loving...
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the-love-of-which-i-cannot-speak asked: hey baby, i like your eyes ;D
Laying in bed wondering why the fuck my bra is still on.
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Day 40: What are features you get complimented on...
My eyes.
Seriously. There’s not one person I’ve met who hasn’t said something about my eyes. Like, when I’m awkwardly meeting someone for the first time, “You have really pretty eyes.” When I do my eye makeup really well, “Your eyes are really pretty.” Randomly online, “Do you wear colored contacts?” “No.” “Your have...
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offensieve:
i really want to just walk into the shower fully clothed and turn it on and get soaked and sit on the floor and cry like they do in films it looks fulfilling
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eating popcorn and slices of cheese as i sit here in my self-loathing.
anyone want some?
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Dad’s lady friend is over. I slept for 7 hours after my doctor’s appointment. I’ve got a prescription for birth control at CVS. Tomorrow I’m supposed to go to an early dinner with my mom before we go to some reading night thing. Ivan may or may not go with us, but I don’t even know what we’ll be doing. We’re currently in an epic poke war on Facebook, but...
leafeonglaceon asked: what were your cosplay plans for pcc again??
the-love-of-which-i-cannot-speak asked: you're cute, wush your name ;D
the-love-of-which-i-cannot-speak asked: hey, what day is it? like out of 365 o.O bahaa
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Day 39: Do you think you’ve learned more from the...
I don’t really know.
I guess overall, I’ve learned more from the good, just because almost no bad has happened.
But when the bad does rear it’s ugly head, I learn more in one sitting.
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Day 38: Thoughts on your generation. (Late)
We pretty much suck.
We’re ungrateful, think we’re all so fucking artistic and one-of-a-kind, and no one understands us. We put people through shit and complain when life gets “hard.”
And I really wanna stop there so I don’t go off and rant.
I’m so tired, man. After school, Sammi, Lexi, and I went all over hell and creation, then I came home and made my dad’s birthday cake, then we went to Peter Piper with his lady friend and her daughter. Her daughter’s four. And I am fucking tired. We came home at 8, then we sat here and played with Beanie Babies n’ shit. It’s been like, 20 minutes since my dad walked...
Someone hug me. ):