Um hi?

I forgot about Tumblr, silly me. It’s been forever since I posted I don’t think writing this is worth anything.

But I’m so fucking different than when I maintained this thing. I’m crazier in a good way. I reek of marlboro and have a bottle of tequila in the top drawer of my dresser. I’ll be sixteen in six days…holy shit (NOVEMBER 3RD, HOLLA). I always thought sixteen was sooo grown up but I feel really young most of the time, like I’m not doing my age justice. BUT I will have the most kickass Sweet Sixteen party ever on Friday with all my friends, old and new. Life is so fucking up and down but at least I’m living it.

So sorry Internet for not giving a shit about you. Except not really.

PS: Paramore the day after my birthday at my favorite venue :)




The internet's boring.

tralalalala back to life.




According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

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dontstandsoclosetome: kapi: This is your life ;_;

dontstandsoclosetome:

kapi:

This is your life

;_;

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dontstandsoclosetome: goodluckspider: dontstandsoclosetome: (via aaaartstar) RRRRGH PLEASE TRY TO LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN “EVERYDAY” AND “EVERY DAY” I was too tired to even notice that “everyday” was put together. ;___;

dontstandsoclosetome:

goodluckspider:

dontstandsoclosetome:

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RRRRGH PLEASE TRY TO LEARN THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN “EVERYDAY” AND “EVERY DAY”

I was too tired to even notice that “everyday” was put together. ;___;

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"I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?"
— Ernest Hemingway (via reluctantbuddha) (via quote-book)


"Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse of our souls, to keep our hearts warm when we are lonely."
—

Becky Aligada (via brokenmachine) (via quote-book)

I must be weird, because memories just make me sad.



"No one can go back and make a brand new start, my friend, but anyone can start from here and make a brand new end."
— Dan Zadra (via thresca) (via quote-book)


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dontstandsoclosetome: grl-afraid: (via unsolvedmysteries) But, fresh lilaced moorland fields cannot hide the stolid stench of death.

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grl-afraid:

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But, fresh lilaced moorland fields cannot hide the stolid stench of death.

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"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof & instant coffee, to un-employment insurance & library cards, to absinthe & good-hearted landlords, to music & warm bodies & contraceptives… & to the ‘good life’, whatever it is & where it happens to be."
— Hunter S. Thompson



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Evening Star

reluctantbuddha:

'Twas noontide of summer,
  And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, thro' the light
Of the brighter, cold moon,
  'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
  Her beam on the waves.
    I gazed awhile
    On her cold smile;
Too cold--too cold for me--
  There pass'd, as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar,
And dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.


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