February 2012
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Dylan Bear & Pumpkin Head.
I got inked again. Dylan helped me choose font/sizes. I thought that was fit since one of the dates was going to be his mom’s birthday.
I think the biggest loss in my life was losing my Auntie Q. Robert’s death is right up there too, but she wasn’t only my aunt. She was my… chosen mother. I remember being younger and begging for her to adopt me. I think life would have...
Anxiously awaiting college letters is probably one of the most nerve wracking events I’ve ever had to endure. And I’ve endured quite some bone rattling situations.
Whoever asked me about spin class- message me if you know me and let’s go together! I’ll gladly take you!
Anonymous asked: where do you go spinning!? The class sounds amazing!
Day 1: Vanja
The first day I saw you on a Lycée bench with a skirt as short as mine on, I hated you. No, I envied you. You were beautiful, intriguing, and new. Like the newborn sibling that the first child hates because all of the attention is suddenly sucked out of their room. What I hated most is how little you liked me. I tried being friendly, nice, and at twelve years old, attempted as hard as I could to...
30 day letter challenge. Thanks Kaira.
Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
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You’ll make best friends with a girl who reminds you of the past you hate, and you’ll say she’s the best, but it’s comforting. Because nobody likes to let go. You’ll eat her company for dinner, and I’m not talking about my meals. Worse off, it is. It is.
Did tumblr just change on me again?
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Working out gives me the best high I’ve ever reached. There is no better lover, friend, or confider than exercise.
I work out at least once a day and on a really bad week, every other day.
The results I receive physically and mentally are incomparable.
Josh and I play this game
Maybe it’s just me playing. I stare at him while we’re driving and every time he looks back at me, I shut my eyes as fast as I can, pretending like I’m not looking.
I’m really just admiring his character.
I have fun.
Nina is coming home this weekend.
I swear the day they all moved was the day more than half of my soul was scattered across the world. Parts are in Pennsylvania, and the rest in Croatia.
The minute Nina lands, I will feel that much more whole.
My ribs sting
and it’s the best kind of pain.
I can’t sleep. It’s the Saturday syndrome.
I want cheese from Paris stuffed with truffles, Bresola, prosciutto, baguette bread. My mom smuggled all of this home with her in her check in luggage, along with two desperados. It’s a European drink (mostly French), and it’s a bottle mixed with tequila and beer. You can buy it at any liquor store like a four loko but better....
Last night was like a Lycée, Pali alumni, and then 21+ reunion. It all brought so much warmth to me.
On top of it I have Val & Josh who hosed down my backyard, mopped my kitchen, did my dishes, wiped down my counters, took out my trash, and then crawled into bed with me.
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For everyone. Click this. Wonderful. →
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twas a gooood fuckin night
minus the fact that I couldn’t move due to all of the bodies in my kitchen. Other than that and the minimal stress, twas awesome.
Hello mama & ink tomorrow!!
0sdttn0 asked: hey,whats up ?
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