September 2010
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you're too busy.
It sucks to not talk to you.
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I’m making this so complicated, when really, it’s very simple.
Good night.
i have no clue what i'm doing.
I think I want to change my major; I want to be a scientist. I’d figure how to make time travel possible.
Then.. I’d always go back to that moment. That hella perfect fucking moment. And just.. relive it.
I swear, I’m a monster.
I destory, I rampage. I build cities, only realizing later that it’s not what I want. And I destroy it.
Knock some sense into this creature, bring me some piece of mind.
so.. i officially hate how songs can remind you of people/moments.
time to really start homework.
maureeeenx:
I’ve been dreaming way too much can...
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REBLOG IF YOU'RE DOING HOMEWORK
LOL.
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Next weekend, please come already.
i need to mentally relax
I can’t help but make myself strrrressed from all these different things.
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in my freshmen year, i was selling candy grams for the freshmen class (i think) with riana, risti and alicia. i had this blue tape on me at one point during the fundraiser that said, “candy grams! buy me!!”
i just found this mirror with the tape on it. and i was hanging out with riana this weekend. go figure.
REASSURANCE
huoong:
is all i fucking need. and then i swear, i’m a happy camper.
(via huoong)
can we please rewind life whenever we want?
tonight was really, really.. epic-ly awesome. i honestly don’t even know how tonight went by so fast.
sorry to disappoint
buuuut please realize that i’m not perfect. i have appalling memory and I need to be constantly reminded about agendas and such. I didn’t even realize that we agreed to do something.
“If shes amazing, she wont be easy. If shes easy, she wont be amazing. If shes...”
– (via elyssamarie)
awshucks.
i hate how i’m so speechless when it comes to talking to you via mobile phone. when we’re face to face, i can’t stop talking. when i’m texting you or on the phone.. it’s like.. my throat closes up. it makes no sense.
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along.”
– Rumi (via quotewhore, taralikesnonsense)
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is it strange to love all things?
i have no category: i love sappy movies, hilarious movies, and mind-fucking movies. i love indie, hip hop, rock and folk. i love bundling up in winter and wearing summer dresses in the spring. i love simplicity but i adore complexity.
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oh distance,
how i hate thee.
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