October 2010
taimerai asked: (I'm not sure if I've said this already, buuut)
thanks for the follow :))
thanks for the follow :))
September 2010
violent femme: every now and then →
i want these kind of memories so bad. i want to be grown and leave and go on road trips with the people i love.
likelava:
i find myself sporadically missing everything about the road trip. what’s sad is a lot of the time i forget it ever happened. that warren bought greasy fried chicken at that gas station right before we left new orleans and that’s when it all started, when i woke up next to...
“thinking kills believing.”
if you think about it, we are all the same, us girls.
sure there are the nerds, the loners, the popular girls.
there are just regular girls, there are the christian girls, there are the scene girls, the black girls.
we don’t talk to eachother, there is seperation between all of us.
but we all feel the same way about so many things.
why won’t he talk to me? why does he flirt...
Oh I love you,
I say I don’t all the time, everyone knows i do.
If you think about it, it is so crazy and stupid and unbelievable and amazing and uncontrollable and irrational and so many more adjectives i don’t have the time to write.
But, shouldn’t love be all those things?
we all doubt.
“The key question to keep asking is, Are you spending your time on the right...”
– Randy Pausch (via kari-shma)
we’re taught a lot of things as we grow up.
we’ve been told a lot of rules to follow.
how can we follow all of them?
there’s no way to be perfect.
part of me can’t wait til i’m eighteen & i can move out, sometimes i need to make my own mistakes and learn from them myself.
“Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you....”
– GiGi (Film; He’s Just Not That Into You)
what do you want from me?
everything would be perfect, and it seems to be.
except one thing.
where do i go from here? what do i do?
juikeokdpoede.
i told him i couldn’t be with him and that i was sorry.
we talked it out, and he convinced me otherwise.
that was last night, and now i’m back to feeling how i did before.
i am at such a crossroads.
i’m not strong enough for either decision is the...
“take me back to the ocean.”
“you know i just wish i was that girl, that has the boyfriend for 3 years and everyone knows they’re in love. that girl who is so popular and everybody loves and course gets all the good grades.”
“hey thats bree!”
me- “no it’s not?”
“yes it is, your life is like perfect.”
ha. right. if they only knew.
