January 2011
182 posts
i don't understand
sleep.
i just feel like people should be constantly moving. doing. even if you’re friggin sitting on tumblr at least you’re looking at something or reading or listening or SOMEHOW being ALIVE. sleep is such a waste of time. i get that i need it and shit to survive, but it’s frustrating. i don’t want to stop, i can’t stay still for this long. i would just rather be...
dear apple,
you’re kicking my ass right now, and i’m sick of studying for your test. love, regina.
this better be worth it. because right now i have no idea why i’m doing it other than because i don’t know how not to. makes sense. no.
Art of the Title →
curtislost23:
this websites sickk
title sequences are often my absolute favorite part of a movie. a decent amount of the time.
“I’m not sentimental—I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thefloralsofa)
Ugg Boots and Shorts
offtoinfinityandbeyond:
I’m just:
WHAT? WERE YOUR FEET COLD, AND YOUR VAGINA HOT??
nothing sucks more
sarahjanesouthwell:
than reading old facebook conversations and ims.
nothing.
or old journals. i hate old journals.
“No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in...”
– Eric Hoffe (via kari-shma)
“I don’t believe in anything but myself
But then you opened up the door,
You...”
– ingrid michaelson
“It lives there quietly for years. But if the pressure is enough, it comes out....”
Cats > people
Soundwave is in a month
fannyflaps:
this is how i dance.
wrists:
I’ve discovered that I’m one of those people who makes more noise when trying to be quiet.
you say things like you don't give a fuck.
why do you make it hard to love you? i hate it. cause if you really want to be alone, fine. i’ll throw my hands up cause baby i tried. everything with you is so complicated.
ohhh rihanna. i have so many things on my list to do today. i need to get this donee, then go to work, then edit forever and ever. my life is the most exciting.
also, i am bruised alllll over my legs. i...
wrists:
Skinny Love - Bon Iver
and I told you...
Three minutes thirty-seven seconds.
coketalk:
That’s how long I lasted before changing the channel on the late-term abortion MTV is calling the American version of Skins.
You short-sighted assholes. You were handed the ball on this one. You didn’t just drop it. You took all the air out and then shit in it first.
Fuck you.
