December 2010
70 posts
thank you 2010 for a great year. you were badass.
You are the smell before rain. You are the blood in my veins.
today is the day where you should let everything go. say everything you’ve always wanted to say. tell that person you love them. or tell them you don’t love them anymore. just anything. a brand new year is ahead of us. just let yourself go. no holding back. no reservations. breathe in the freshness of new beginnings. another january is ahead of us and it went by so fast. believe it....
hooray
two hours of sleep. and now i have to drive my mother to the place that i hate the most….the dmv.
Can’t sleep. I’ve been daydreaming. Which doesn’t make much sense because its at night, so you’d think to call it nightdreaming. But then you normally dream at night while you’re asleep but it just so happens that I’m consciously awake. My imagination and brain are just overflowing with colorful situations and ideas that my subconscious believes would be...
is it really wrong to go against the fates and go after the things you want and not the ones that are given to you?
kisses are always better when they’re unexpected.
You know where to find me, sitting on top of all my glory. I’ll be sure to leave a space for you at the end of my story.
i want my life as liz season 2!!!!! the trailer/promo thing was too good.
sometimes the truth speaks from a peaceful place.
dear life, you need to cut me some slack right now. i’m trying the best i can. sincerely, alexa.
california dreamin’ on such a winters day
Today in 1997, Ron heard Hermione's voice coming...
later on, we’ll conspire as we dream by the fire.
and he let me know “girl you be killin em, you be killin em”
2 months, 2 weeks, & 2 days.
“wait…she’s allergic to what?!”
Blog Brandon: bah humbug pt. 1 →
brandonmonokian:
I was listening to the “12 Days of Christmas” song the other day, when I suddenly realized…. those are the worst gifts ever. First of all, half the gifts are birds. What the fuck would one do with all of these birds? And why are half of the gifts birds, and then the rest some random non-themed…
i love brandon & this post <3
drunk
marketing final at 3:15. thank you fall semester for finally ending.
4 words i never want to hear
profashionall:
i don’t love you
you’re diagnosed with cancer
i found someone else
it was never real
we need to talk
you’re going to die
your ____ is dead
you cant have kids
i dont remember you
lets just be friends
we cant be together
adding a few
i cheated on you
i need my space
we cant be friends
i never loved you
less than a week without dance and already i feel a void. i need to dance. right. now.
just watched new york, i love you.
i don’t know how i feel about it yet but it did make me appreciate the city all a little bit more.
without thinking about the whole scientific aspect of it, isn’t it a pleasant feeling to think that the balloons you let go into the sky just float on forever? at least for me it is.
If we have the courage to disinter dream, we are then faced by the second...
– Paulo Coelho “The Alchemist”
there’s so many things to look forward to in 2011. here’s some of the starters: - january: the superhero party - march: dance collage, spring break in california, all-time low. - april: danceworks (company b<3) - may: the end of junior year - june: well june will be spent doing anatomy in a summer session but its cool -july: my 21st birthday. bringg itttttttt. 2 more weeks of...
it’s interesting. these days i’ve been thinking of my ideal guy. and all i can vision is a guy covered in tattoos, wearing skinnier jeans than i do, rockin’ the sickest pair of kicks known to man. he’s got the heart of a lion but the soul blessed by music to the fullest. an internal beat just flowing through his blood. mostly though, someone who has determination, someone...
84 days until california. i made the executive decision today that i’m going to california for spring break. even with my terrible spending habits, i can pull off saving 319.70 for a roundtrip plane ticket for a week in cali.
3 am. insomnia has officially kicked in.
mo*ucka, i’m ill.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
blurred.
i wish i could just talk to someone who knew all the answers. why do i feel like the way i do? why is it that i feel like i can’t breathe? or why i can’t seem to get a grip on reality right now.
my best friend comes home today. i haven’t seen him in over a year.