August 2012
Oh hells nah,
My friends can’t even stay awake till 12 at this sleep over-_-
And we all have to share a small bed?
It is too Hot for that nuh-uh.
Imma wake up on the floor-_-
Sleep over!:)
No sleeping tonight..
The Philosophy of Time Travel: Today I grabbed a beach chair from the ASB, took out my shades, and... →
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Today I grabbed a beach chair from the ASB, took out my shades, and sat on top of a grass hill overlooking everyone. There was a lot to think about.
People I’ve grown really fond of are the people who stay under the radar. The kind of people that don’t ask for much in the world, but have a lot to…
I didn’t judge you, I came up to you, talked to you, and then jacked your chair:)
Woah so many post with words
It was so nice to hear your voice.
It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve heard it.
And your dorky laugh.
And your wonderful sarcasm.
That phone call made me miss you so much more.
Every time you call.
Gonna go out and chill with the other peer counselors :)
When I walk through the wine section of a grocery store, I feel so tempted to just run through the aisle and knock everything down, but instead I walk very cautiously in a straight line making sure not to bump into anything. Self control every time.
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
—Paulo Coelho, Alchemist
I never fail to drool when I take naps
oh my fucking god you guys
today in art 120, my intro to design class
our professor asked us to ‘draw a picture of a creature riding a bike’ to get to know us
and when he said creature I thought he meant like, monster, that kind of thing
and about a minute in I look around
and the three other people at my table have drawn an elephant, a squirrel, and another elephant, respectively
and I’ve drawn
A HUMAN CENTIPEDE RIDING A BICYCLE
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW
- Plot Twist: Someone thinks that your laugh is cute.
“Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering”
—Nicole Krauss — The History of Love (via quote-book)
