...as I write my paper on society's screwed up...
Def watching The VS fashion show right now.
I swear, I don’t know what it is…I’m just so intrigued every year.
Sometimes I want to be like Lily and Marshall from...
That’d be cute.
should be interesting. but I’m excited curiously nervous. That doesn’t even make sense. Ha, I’m glad no one knows what I’m talking about and that no one really reads this…because it’d probably be tremendously embarrassing.
Starting homework……now. okay, now. now. now.
I want a kiss under the mistletoe this year.
Oh wait, I’m single…
I’m officially hooked. Never thought I’d ever say such a delusional thing. But I can’t hide it anymore, no longer a secret guilty pleasure. Mhm, real talk.
Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m...– The Book Thief, Markus Zusak (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
I am an idiot.
A really desperate, naive, silly idiot. Well, that’s what I get for being bold for once, never doing that again. (SMH?)
Reblog if your mom is beautiful.
whatagirlooves: Beautiful inside and out. <3 my mom > your mom. :p
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I probably try too hard.
Or not hard enough. I confuse myself. Meh.
I take back writing I wasn't excited for the...
I mean, I’m not actually stoked for the annoying traditions like decorations and presents ‘cause I could really care less, but I’m glad I have a mom, two rad brothers, a cute dog and a roof over my head. It’s not even cause I’m experiencing this weird Thanksgiving spirit right now, but I honestly have no reason to complain about my life since I’m pretty blessed...
I barely know how to drive
,yet I’m going to pick up a turkey and a pie from my brother who works downtown…probably not a good idea, but yaknow…I live on the edge. not.
Sometimes I wish
everyone understood sarcasm. like if all my conversations, especially serious ones, were based around sarcastic humor…life would be awesome. Idk, maybe it’s just me?
"But blessed are those who trust in the Lord and...
—Jeremiah 17:7 I needed that. My hope and confidence don’t come from other people…like I always think it should and what I always end up relying on. Humans fail, God wins. Real talk. Thanks for bringing me back to sanity.
I will get stuff done: Register for classes for next semester. Go to the library, pick up books on hold and return a book (instead of constantly renewing it.) Do laundry* Clean…my…room? (That I haven’t slept in for weeks?)* Do some driving with mom. (even if it kills me to hear her complain and yell) Not think about you** Art History homework. Not think about you (oh...
I hate to rant
but this is my tumblr and…I’ll do what I want. And I know this ranting does nothing to change my current situations, but it feels pretty dang good to do it. I’m broke. (Sure, I could be looking for a job, but haven’t gotten around to it.) I’m failing Art History, while my friend over here who doesn’t study at all nor brings his book to class is doing...