WHOOOOOOLE FOOOOOODS! I MISS YOU!
YYEEEESSSSS! Sorry I’ve studying my ass off for my finals next week. So how about the second week of july my dear?(:
June 2012
My mind is a clutter fuck on caffeine.
Watching Three's Company
For the first time. Absolutely hilarious(:
Algebra
Is a total nightmare. At least we’re log rolling this week(:
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, ‘This is what it is to be happy.’”
—Sylvia Plath (via calloway)
Cranked on caffeine pills.
Algebra, you have officially become my bitch(:
It's so fucking fucked up.
Every goddamn day gets worse than the one before it. I literally thought I was already 6ft under, but I just keep burying myself deeper and deeper. Honestly, if it gets any worse than this, I don’t know how I’m going to make it.
YES YES YES YES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE C: so excited!!!
YYEEEEESSSSS:) its a date!
At my favorite place in the entire world,
With the two girls that mean everything to me(: it’s times like this, that make me so thankful to be alive.
Watching "Capote"
This takes me way back.
"Peachy Fucking Keen"
Watching one of my favorite movies, I haven’t seen in almost a decade. This just made my day!(:
Miss Megan(:
Yes! I miss & love you too. Whole foods salads asap my muffin button!
The note, I wish I wrote.
Much like the flower, you hold so much more than just beauty.
Behind the hazel of your eyes, I see a young girls paradise dreams.
Fascination overcomes me, as I notice the sadness deep inside.
For we shed the same tears at night, when daylight pushes it aside.
We converse over coffee and poorly made cocktails.
Watching corny movies, as we tell each other our tales.
Reunite over salads, and petty problems, discussing solutions.
Instead we use practical magic to create a cyanide potion.
My dear child, how our contradicting similarity bonds us so.
You are an exotic flower, while I am a speck of dirt down below.
Your heart is so young and pure, mine is starting to fail.
You hold your ground, as the sea pushes away my sail.
I’m drowning in my own self-pity, remembering a siren’s song.
I hold my breath, keeping my fate prolonged.
Despite this, I think of you.
As I sink into the deep blue.
When I awake, I pray to my holy buddha.
That I too, wil blossom into a beautiful azalea.
Moon River
Audrey Hepburn
Moon River - Audrey Hepburn, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I plan to spend the rest of the night crying and watching Breakfast at Tiffany's
Play
“Things worth having are worth waiting for.”
—(via coisamaifofadowi)
Personal Jesus
Depeche Mode
Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus
Smoke sways softly.
After amens and agony.
Far from failing fast.
Memories mirror my masks.
Offer opportunities of operation.
To transfer tender termination.
Avoiding all attention.
Dying down devastation.
Now neither noble nor name.
Will wonder wise ways.
Mark my misery.
Death desires destiny.
Causing countless calls.
First from frightened falls.
So sad, so sincere.
Deep down darkness disappear.
If I initially ignite.
Rotting resurrected rewrites.
Only of observation.
Caused continuing conservation.
Please pray promptly.
Spoken smoke sings softly.
guuuurl i'm DYING over your recent poems! so beautiful <3
aweeeh! you’re way too sweet to me(:
Holy Baby Buddha!
Toonami is back! My childhood has been rekindled! Cowboy Bebop at 1:30am(: