July 2011
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“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
– Galileo Galilei
Was babbling on to my sister about how well and soundly I’d sleep tonight after my run and long, hot shower.
Almost 1 AM. Been laying in bed for an hour, listening to music because I can’t get to sleep.
FML
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Hi hello I’m just going to get a tattoo on my wrist and on my back and on my foot and on my collar bone and asdfghjkl can I be eighteen already so I can get my tattoo?
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Ugh why are hairy men so attractive to me?
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I obviously have to try harder at being a snobby hipster in order to obtain a snobby hipster boyfriend who has a beard and wears straw fedoras and v-necks and cardigans and thick-rimmed glasses.
Here’s also the thing, guys. I’ve deducted that, even if you’re ugly as sin, if you grow a beard and throw on a hat, you are 1000000 times more likely to get looks from girls (me...
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My sister is living vicariously through her Sims because she has baby fever and her self-named Sim is pregnant.
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I am so beautiful.
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Looking at Harry Potter tattoos again.
What is my life.
Being up at this hour of the night is a dangerous thing for me.
Deuces. I need to get my butt up at a reasonable hour tomorrow to go running.
If anyone is reading this, MAKE SURE I go running. Write in my ask box, or if I know you personally, tweet me, facebook me, bbm me, text me.
Unhealthy habits, I bid thee adieu. I’m leaving you at the door and you are not welcome in this house.
As my eighteenth birthday slowly (and by slowly I mean what the fuck is taking it so long) approaches, I’ve been trying to think about my first tattoo.
And I say my first, because bitch I am getting TATTED.
Lol, okay, no seriously. I’m definitely getting more than one, but no sleeve/excessive color/etc tattoos. Small, dainty ones in random places most people can’t see. That way...
I keep getting the urge to cut all my hair off.
I need to stop browsing my “short hair” tracked tag.
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WatchLast one, I promise. :(
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“Harry Potter is all about confronting fears, finding inner strength, and doing...”
– Stephen King (via sirmitchell)
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In vs Out
I recall once reading a series of books when I was about thirteen. The Clique series. They were totes my life summer of 2007 and, being the teenie chick literature they were, I would fly through them and be begging my cousin’s babysitter to take us to the next town over so I could run into the nearest bookstore and buy the next one in the series.
One thing I specifically remember about...
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I’m going to become a Disney pop star for the sole reason that I will be the only who can actually speak Spanish when I record songs in two languages.
Yeah, that’s right. I’m talking to you, Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato. I know you’re ~hispanic~ and all, but seeing that you can’t speak your own language makes my blood boil.
Stick to your American, gringuitas.
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Freaking just SOMEONE GIVE ME A JOB.
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Here’s the thing about movies based on Victorian Romantic novels.
The men are always better-looking than described in the book, and the women are always uglier than described.
Also, I am obsessed. British Literature should be the core class of life.
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Oh, nothing, just been crying over Harry Potter all day.
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“You can love someone so much… But you can never love people as much as you...”
– John Green
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“Does anybody want a drink of water from down here? Make sure you hydrate...”
– Darren Criss at The Relentless Garage (via wellhannahloveshogwarts)
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Okay cool just gonna go take a machete to my hair because I want to cut it all off.
Reading Jane Eyre at 4 in the morning.
It is getting GOOD.
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Him: Jade
Her: Alexander
Him: Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?
Her: I sure do, you came jumping out after me
Him: Well, you fell on the concrete, nearly broke your ass, you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you out to the hospital, you remember that?
Her: Yes, I do
Him: Well, there's something I never told you about that night
Her: What didn't you tell me?
Him: While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you, and I never told you until just now
