Last Friday, I took one random bite into this apple and it somehow made a damn-near perfect, symmetrical heart. Would ya fancy that?
This song would show up on my dash tonight…
This ones for you.
(Source: chris-goods, via dassnazzy)
Something I need much more of.
It’s funny because all that’s been happening in my life since August of last year, is change. Probably even earlier than August. Constant change all around me, every day, and still, I need more.
It seems as if everything that I would like to change, won’t, while everything else going on in my life is at a high level of instability, as if on a balance beam that rocks dangerously back and forth.
So what’s a girl to do?
I think I’ve tried everything in my power to try to get the change that I want, where & when I want it, while trying to juggle everything else life decides to throw at me, and nothing has worked thus far.
I guess it all just comes down to changing my perspective.
I can’t afford to let myself get down in the dumps no matter how stressful things get anymore. I need to fucking show something for myself. I’m so sick of all this mediocrity (at best) that is produced from all of my own time and energy. This is not all I am, and it’s about time to prove it.
I just have to stick with my plan, get through the rest of foundation, and once next Fall hits and I am actually concentrating on my major, it’s GAME ON.
The most stressful and frustrating start to a new year. Ever.
I’ve supposedly been on a break, but I guess I need a fucking vacation.
Can’t get enough of this beat….
I love me some bass.
Tongue piercing closed…………………………….aklsdfjawjepaoiwewerwjeflkdjgffff
Literally.
I’ve been craving a bottle of orange juice since I woke up, and I rarely wake n bake, but it just feels like it would be so right, right now.
(And to take this fantasy of mine a step further, I’d love to pop in a morning flick in bed with my cuddlebunny, with the exception of one crucial rule that will be enforced by all means:
Only underwear is allowed.)
Currently applied:
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 7. 8. 9. 10.
And the only reason 6 doesn’t apply yet is because I don’t have a job as an artist yet.
As an up-side, 8 only applies because all the art I’m doing at the moment is getting done in school.
I just need to make it till winter break without failing any courses and I’d be willing to settle with that. Four more weeks. Only four more weeks. But its not the weeks that get to me. Its the days that are unbearable. The days………they kill me.
No, not sometimes.
Very, very seldom can I not fucking stand myself.
And then I start to think about all the beyond wonderful things and people that my life has been (incredibly luckily or seemingly mistakenly) blessed with….
…and I couldn’t hate myself more.
