8486.) The very worst part about online friends:...
Think I know my idea for my mini yearbook theme.
No I just have to make it. …. :(
Leave me stuff, kayyyy?
I think that it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images...– Iron and Wine
There is a nest of birds sitting on top of my...
And the storm is freaking them out. I keep expecting to hear the nest drop down into the fire place.
Today was much better. School was cool. I won Clue for once, so did Emily. Got my info on scholarships, and Dad said that I might have a chance at going. Emmy came over for a while and helped me with my monologue and the scholarship, then stayed for dinner. It’s kindof funny, last year we were drifting a bit until Back To The Eighties and this year, when we’re not even in a play...
Just talked to my dad about SADI
He said there’s a chance I’d be able to go Words. Cannot describe. MY MOTHA FUCKIN HAPPINESS.
You can’t simultaneously fire teachers and tomahawk missiles.– Jon Stewart (via leftish)
Denying gay people the right to get married; that’s easy. But justifying it to...– Stephen Colbert (via thebarbwire)
I was gonna go run
But then I saw that the information for the summer scholarships is in. Screw running, who wants to be physically fit when you can go to Philadelphia!
Was not fun. In fact it very nearly erased all of the progress I’ve made. So I wanted to say thanks to D for helping me out of this hole, as well as so many others. You’re an amazing guy, DM, and I don’t know how I would’ve gotten through some of this stuff without you being there for me. Thanks.
Unusual (and fun!) Date Ideas
taylornaragon: warallthetime: fullmoonphobic: gabeisbagels: acciohedwig: kaleyoutloud: Omg I want to do all of these. Anybody want to take me out? Ideas here ^. All of these but MOST ESPECIALLY 8, 12, 13, 16, 17, 18, 19. totally forgot about the existence of this list, must find someone asap to do every single one with me NUMBER 7 NUMBER 7 NUMBER 7. I. Want. To...
I have a theory
Bear with me on this one, okay? So you know when you’re listening to a song through headphones and it doesn’t really sound like it’s coming from the individual speakers, but more like it’s from the core of your mind? I think it is. I think your mind picks up all these little codes that it transmits into sound, or the concept of “sound.” And since...
I think I figured it out.
I was talking with Emmy and her parents about religion and whatnot and it hit me. I know where I stand with God. I see all of these awesome things around me, and I just feel this complete awe at it all. And I know there is a God in these things and my feelings toward them. The wind hits you just right and you feel inexpicably wonderful, you know? How could I feel something so blissful without...
Reading a good book, listening to great music
WINNIE IS SUCH A FUCKING BITCH
daynabobayna: Every time I watch this movie, I scream that. Srsly. Like srsly u guise. SHE DIDN’T DRINK FROM THE SPRING AND WAIT FOR JESSE. UGH. This, so freaking much.
When you're texting five people and you tell four...
whoisdm replied to your post: I just realized how odd my last name is… It”s not really odd. It is when you consider the spelling and pronunciation
I just realized how odd my last name is...
Working on my summer reading project haha
That’s due in two weeks. Catcher in the Rye. The first two entries were BS’d because I dunno if you know this, but the first 70 pages of the book aren’t exactly easy to write on. My third entry? Gold. Pure gold. It was a comparison of Holden and Charlie from The Perks. I wonder if I’m right about it. I have the sudden urge to skip to the end. Also, I have to write a paper...
How does one eat waffles when there are none in...
If you could tell me, I would be truly greatful.
Can't.... keep eyes..... open...
There are some things I feel everyone should...
Listening to Brain Damage by Pink Floyd while driving at night Getting high with friends Staring at the stars while high Going to the least glamorous bowling alley available with a group of friends Singing duets in the middle of class with your friends Hearing songs like Octavarium and Scarborough Fair for the first time Meeting someone from somewhere you’ve never been Stopping...
I must say
I’m in a swell mood
Do you hear that? It’s the sound of wind through the trees Do you see that? It’s the birds returning from winter Do you feel that? It’s the first warm rain of the spring Do you smell that? It’s the first blooms of honeysuckle Do you sense that? It’s the world at peace.
aproperroman started following you
*Hyperventilates* So many regrets… I dead.
I don’t like to hear people in pain in my house. Like, if my sister falls, as soon as I’m sure she’s okay and my mom is helping her, I go put my headphones on. It’s not that I don’t care, the sound of people in pain just scares me, I guess.
I am rather bored
Somebody ask me stuff.
Putting Brain Damage on my iPod
Tonight I want to lay out underneath the stars and listen to it on repeat for a while
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings...
day 25 - a picture of your favorite band of all...
Hands down, the Beatles.
Just got done playing what was probably the most...
But God was it fun xD Had a great time with A C and Kerri :) PS My cat will probably be forever traumatized from all the times it’s been chased xD
Yesterday was pretty good, all in all. Laughed a lot, had fun, and went to bed watching Anastasia, reading a book, and talking to people :). So yeah, I’d say it was a pretty good day. Still waiting to hear back from Moore. ps. We talked last night, like a full conversation, for the first time in four months. It was good, though.
lesslikebukowski-deactivated201 asked: I saw that you're getting fed up with religion. I've been there, trust me. But dude, check out 8:28. It's this roaming group of college hipsters (but you're totally welcome even though you're a high schooler) that get together and jam out for Jesus on Wednesdays. We meet at different churches, but next week, it's at First Baptist Church Milton in the Bamberg Chapel. ...
Why, sorry, oh
He stormed into the room, coming towards her with red anger in his eyes. “Why?” he asked impatiently. “…Sorry?” she said in confusion. He lifted a piece of paper, covered in writing. “Oh” was all she could measure as recognition dawned and fear sprouted inside her. “Why!” he demanded. “… sorry,” she whispered inaudibly, the rest of her words lost in...