Come around again.

Exams, lack of ideas, and one darn boring life.

Jul
30th

Wed

first, i plan to wake up at 9:30. on the freaking DOT. and call emily matthews, a good friend of mine. then i will wearily drag myself outside to take a shower, considering i worked in a storm of sticky ice cream and fugde and carmelized fruit all night and have not yet showered. then, i will journey down grand central avenue on my bike to elizabeth ave. there, i will meet up with jake emily bruce and zach. we willl go to the beach. and then i will come home and my momma will bring me home, home. and i will then get a ride to emily’s house in beachwood. there, i will enjoy the company of many close friends and say farewell to emily who is going to the other side of the world on thursday!

let’s see if they actually happen.

You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

— Breakfast at Tiffany’s

my candy-coated tongue

I want to be free to say stupid things and not be taken for stupid.

From my diction and inflection it will be clear that I’m being ironic even when I’m not. My sarcasm will flow through you unabated and my ignorance will not spoil the emotion. When I pronounce words incorrectly and tongue-trip incessantly, you will find it endearing without being patronising.

When I pause to think, not because I don’t know what to say, but because in the presence of others I often forget how to say it, you will realise that I’m thoughtfully articulating instead of internally gesticulating worries about how best to come off to you, so I can come on to you, in the hope of coming all over you, when I come over later.

Your suspicion of my inhibitions will be laid to rest once you’ve engendered every sense of the word confidence in me, because rather unfortunately, my confidence isn’t innate; it’s slow shy land turtles that poke their heads out only when it’s safe. With minds in full view and thoughts made of glass, our lives will switch on like gaudy crystal lighting. This shining combination will blind you to what I desperately need you (not) to see.

When I speak, jet-stream rainbows will shoot from my mouth, my candy-coated tongue will stimulate your salivary glands, and your blood-sugar levels will skyrocket.

I want you to be free to say stupid things and not be taken for stupid. Because stupid has got a bad rap through overuse. Girls are not stupid by virtue of being girls. Some are stupid by virtue of being borne. But this has fuck all to do with being girls; it has all the fuck to do with being us

Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.

— Ricky Fitts, American Beauty (via jessicachu)

Jul
26th

Sat

Fresh Prince on a Friday Night

Nothin’ better! although i am on my fourth cup of coffee and now i’m not going to be able to sleep.

Jul
24th

Thu

15 Things

Fifteen things I have learned in the past fifteen years of my life:

1. Whenever possible, drink from curly straws.
2. Don’t get too comfortable.
3. Only touching something when you know where it’s been gets boring quickly.
4. Silence can be passed off as grace.
5. The cure for heartbreak is realizing that hearts don’t actually break.
6. Keep shoes off the table unless you’re tapdancing on it.
7. Trying to be sexy is oxymoronic.
8. Many unexpected things can be successfully used as a mixer for vodka.
9. However milk is not one of them.
10. Do not wait for permission.
11. Romance does not come in shades of pink and red.
12. It’s not what you do, it’s what it does to you.
13. Things do not in fact happen for a reason.
14. You don’t have to.
15. No, you really don’t.

UTTERLY <3'd

I have no idea how it feels to be utterly loved.

I am the place a person falls to when life gets hard. I am the shoulder, the keeper of secrets, the kindness through their pain. I am the wisdom, the knowledge, the prophet when everything goes wrong.

I have no idea how it feels to be utterly loved.

I’m a walking catastrophe.

At night I dream about you.

Have you forgotten me?

Do I still give you the ebejeebies?

Possibility Girl
Everyone thinks Possibility Girl is possibly a genius. Any day now, they continually agree, Possibility Girl will make it big. Become a star. ‘You won’t forget us when you’re famous, will you?’ they always say, as Possibility Girl begins yet another amazing project. The only person, who doesn’t believe in Possibility Girl’s possible genius, is Possibility Girl herself. She thinks they’re being too kind. She isn’t gifted at all. She’s a fake genius, bluffing her way through life. She is convinced the moment she tries to actually achieve her full potential, she will fail, fall flat on her face, and the people that once admired her from afar, will admire her no more. And so Possibility Girl never actually achieves anything. She just sits on the edge of her possible glory and basks in the adulation of her potential.