October 2011
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My Finnish aunt is in America right now and she’s with my grandma and both of them will be at my house Friday. I’ve never met her, so I wanted to impress her with my mad Finnish skills.
Yeah. Not happening. Non-latin languages. Whew. Especially like the icelandic ones. For example, the google translation for “I tried to learn finish today” is yritin opetella suomea...
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Ah, Pandora
How I loathe and yet love you, all at once. Music has this unfathomable ability to hit you right in the gut, and Pandora’s planning is perfect. Beyond perfect. It’s like, in cohorts with my life to plan on making me tear up. Always. Each song builds off the next, same set of feelings, same set of emotions. So emotionally volatile. I could lose myself in the music if I wanted to; the...
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“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
– Ernest Hemingway (via thestyleandease)
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” It’s nice to be noticed. :’) “
Sometimes, I realize you’re my best friend and I get all warm and happy inside because I love you. Not sexually, just in a platonic sense. Sometimes, I worry that no one will ever get me and then you go along and say something like that and it’s like, you understand and then you just text me to say hi and tell me you love me...
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Stress stress stress. Wake up at 5:20. Bus by 6:20. School at 7. Work work work work, straight through lunch, cause who really needs to eat anyway. Stay after for an hour and a half at least three of the school days, for extra curriculars or help sessions in my difficult classes. Home. Eat. Three hours of homework. Dinner. Three more hours of homework. Write an essay, try and understand Calculus,...
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Glitter glue + Anything = Instant Badassery
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All the songs Pandora is giving me right now are about suicide. What are you trying to say Pandora? What are you trying to tell me?
Because I am not amused.
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Je suis tres malade. Je me sens comme merde. Pas d’ecole pour moi demain. Fuckkk.
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Helena Bonham Carter confirmed for Les Miserables... →
This is so stupid because I’m so fucking frustrated and about to cry because I can’t find my fucking sweater. What’s wrong with me? And more importantly, where the fuck is my goddamn fucking sweater?!
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“Writers aren’t exactly people, thеу’re a whole lot οf people trying tο bе one...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thegirlandherbooks)
(via fattiesinlove)
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Watchcastleonacloud-:
iwantallah:
amanda bynes feeding a bagel
why are you so cute stop it
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“A library is infinity under a roof.”
– Gail Carson Levine (via prettybooks)
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❒ Single ❒ Taken ✔ I like British TV
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If You're Alive: 6 Types of Love →
Eros a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
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It feels good
mattattackz:
To finally be able to open my window and have a nice cool breeze come into my room. Gah if only the weather was like this all the time.
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I am most definitely digging your gratuitous half naked pictures you post on facebook.
Keep up the great work.
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OH MY POSEIDON’S BEARD. I was on facebook, being bored and stuff, and I saw that I totally am friends with someone I haven’t seen since like middle school and I clicked on her profile and GUYS SHE LIVES WHERE MY MOM GREW UP. WHERE MY COUSINS LIVE. WHERE I GO, EVERY FRIGGEN’ THANKSGIVING AND SPRING BREAK.
And the best part is that she goes to the same High School as my cousin and...
