March 2012
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Do you ever go through your tumblr, and look at it like you’re another person, who is looking at your blog for the first time? Then you’re like oh my god, I’m so awesome and this blog is fantastic, and that person that you’re pretending to be has just fallen in love with you?
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I just saw a Boy Meets World gif and started crying.
What even?
When my English professor doesn’t give me an A on something, I feel disappointed because I adore him and I was lacking and he didn’t love it 100%
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February 2012
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And with the help of my lovely friend Emily…
I JUST ORDERED MY TICKET TO SEE THE AVETT BROTHERS IN TORONTO IN MAY!
….is it May yet? :D
I wonder if teachers ever creep on their students facebooks to see what kind of person they are outside of class.
Oh, this guy looks like a douche… I wish I could fail him.
Oh, this girl looks like a toolbag. I wish I could fail her.
Whoa, tumblrs changed. I’m okay, I’ve recovered. It’s like getting one cold ravioli after you’ve microwaved them. Just need a minute, and you keep eating.
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Damn, whats a girl gotta do to meet Jason Mraz? I’ll do it.
Didn’t win the instagram contest. I don’t know why but I had this feeling about it. I thought this was it.
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Someone do my math homework for me… I’ll pay you in nutella and jelly sandwiches and give you hugs.
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IF IN THE DEGRASSI PREVIEW WHEN ELI SAYS “DO YOU THINK WE COULD EVER PICK UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF?” HE IS REALLY TALKING TO IMOGEN AND THEY’RE TROLLING US I WILL BE SO ANGRY AT THE WORLD
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I’ve never thought about dropping out of college. I mean, I’ve done really poorly before, but whenever that happened, I would always think, “No, you have to get yourself on track because you want this. You want to keep doing this” and I did. Some classes I like. I like my English class a ton, sign language classes, guitar. But then there are classes like math that are like...
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My mom just called me from downstairs to tell me that Tom Hanks is on the tv.
And he’s bearded.
Clearly she knows what is important.
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The severity of a loss really hits you when it comes to a pair of shoes. The shoes sitting in the hallway, the ghost of feet still in them, and they’re not going anywhere. They’re there because how can you move them? How can you just move them? You see them, and a blast of soreness hits you right in the pit of your soul, and you feel the earth tilting. But everyone else is walking...
“You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.”
– E.E. Cummings (via cavum)