seasons may change, winter to spring.
the more i think about it, the more excited i am to be going home. granted, i’m a little upset about leaving school (for obvious reasons that involve a goofy smile and butterflies in my stomach) but then again, i kinda miss being home. i’m sure my mom will appreciate the company, i miss my little fuzz ball of a dog, i can’t wait to catch up with my friends, there will be copious...
woke up to a kiss on the cheek and the smell of arby’s french fries next to me. followed by disney tunes? this was a glorious morning. <3
don’t think a kiss can make everything better! your kisses are not miracle...– men are such babies.
i found the guy in the gorilla suit, and i know who he is. i am tripping balls right now.
it’s just one of those moods where you don’t feel like you’d be happy anywhere. alone time would be nice but you just kinda need someone to be there and appreciate your presence. just knowing someone actually wants you to be there helps.
You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally...– Dr. Seuss (via kari-shma)
sometimes i wish i were the kind of girl who could pull off stockings with runs in them.
i’m difficult to live with and i sense you’re a bit of a little...– story of my life. this goes on the list of favorite movies ever. hell yeah, zombieland.
i’ve realized that i have a really hard time taking something for what it is because i’m so scared that if i end up generally loving the way i feel and end up getting hurt, i’m going to end up in pieces. so i don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, but then again, can you blame me? on a side note, i have copious amounts of cleaning and laundry to do. blehhhh. >_< you can...
we’ll just feed adam to the gangbangers and run.– joey’s lame strategy if we get attacked by crackheads.
wearing a flannel, tights, and shorts. the weather is beautiful. the sun is out. words can’t describe how happy i am right now.
it’s so strange how alcohol can bring out the truth in people. lately, all my shitty nights have resolved themselves into happy endings. i like to think that doesn’t simply happen by chance. maybe, just maybe, they were meant to be. :)
angry drunk. clearly not the best kind of drunk to be.
knocking them back alone at a frat party. this is how alcoholics are born. >_<
it kinda hurts. why do you need to get high? is your life really that terrible that you need to resort to drugs? ouch. :\
give a girl a role, suck her titty, and she thinks she can rule the damn world– this, my children, is how divas are born.
this ‘eating relatively healthy’ thing has been working out pretty well for me so far. but then again, it could be the onset of internal infection inside my body that’s keeping me from eating.
me: i don't understand what compels cute, tiny asian girls to get on their guitars, and to sing to the internets with their video cameras and their youtubes.
holly: you're asian. you've got a guitar. you can do that shit too.
me: but you don't see me doing it!
holly: but you can! BAM! I JUST THREW IT DOWN ON YOU! I JUST SHIT ALL OVER YOUR LOGIC! WHA BAM! *does shit dance*
me: *crickets chirping* damn you.
just a thought...
if i give up junk food for lent, does that mean i can pick up smoking again? just a thought. 0:)
have you seen him? he’s gorgeous!– sometimes i wonder why people let me talk…
girl: ...if you're sick, i can't kiss you
boy: i just got better. miracles happen! yay!
girl: haha methinks you're full of bullshit :)
boy: nah baby..course not :)
girl: haha you are such a liar. but nice try. :P
boy: :) i loooovvvee yooooouuuu
and if you get tired after digging for buried treasure, you get to take a nap in...– advertisement of a vip getaway for the posh and vogue of mid nineteenth century. i hope you all have just as twisted senses of humor as me and my bitch friends. <3
bring it on, hot wheels– why liz and the rest of my friends are going to hell.
long. wood. that's what she said.
going into college, you watch all those crazy teen movies that basically consist of the american pie franchise and assume that you’re going to live a life exactly like that one. until you get there and you realize that hollywood is full of presumptuous dickwads then breathe a sigh of relief that every day on campus won’t consist of slutty bimbos with bodies like strippers, asshole...
i feel like if the people closest to you don’t like the person you’re dating, then that’s probably a sign that it’s NOT GOING TO WORK OUT. but no. you wait it out for three more years until she cheats on you then tries to get you back upteen months later. when it’s over, it’s over. i understand how past lovers can become friends, but honestly, there is a line....
oh, the flu.
it’s incredibly difficult to be insightful when you’re draining your sinuses, breathing out of your mouth, shivering, unable to walk anywhere but the bathroom and find difficulty swallowing. that, and i want cereal. lots and lots of cereal. i want to write of life, of love, of music, of fashion, and of the sheer beauty of the world and how it inspires me. but all i can think about...
fashionjuunkie: this song, is utterly...
blink if you want me.– the shirt of an asshole.
rip alexander mcqueen :( :( :(
last night’s dream, we drove your car to the end of your street, and we...
the price of the that cute top is nothing compared to the price of your future. save your damn money and quit shopping. i just wish someone would follow me around and scream that at me every time i went out. shopaholism sucks.
what would jesus do?
smith: what does your body tell you?
holly: my body's telling me yeeeeeeeessss!!
smith: holly, was it really that funny?
holly: no, but i got gabby's dumb voice stuck in my head singing that damn song!
worse than my dick dipped in hot sauce?– don’t really know what he was talking about, don’t really care.
if you scratch a man’s back, you can make him purr like a...– quirky, random thoughts he yells out from the shower that kinda make me wish i stayed in my room last night. <3
all the smoke coming out of my breath with this freezing cold makes me wish i didn’t decide to quit smoking…
i believe the correct term is…rape?– holly, on demolishing chocolate chip pancakes.
being at the same college as your ex? awkward being in the same bio class as your ex? really awkward living next door to your ex? sufficiently awkward. didn’t we used to be best friends? ugh, don’t remind me.
You know that you are the only one I’d promise the stars– Promise the Stars - We the Kings