February 2010
fauxromantics:
Die Die Die — The Avett Brothers
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January 2010
slept way too much today
but my stomach was hurting. what the hell everyone? and surprisingly, my parents didn’t badger me about all “my work” (the truth is i have no homework. like, honestly…) that’s not getting finished. anyways.
awake for good now. wanting gingerale. ate some fruit snacks. i like it. :)
i’ll be going grocery shopping soon. i need to get paint pens for… our...
Yeah, intelligent input darling, why don't you...
fauxromantics:
xclamationmarc:
fauxromantics:
(via acquired-minds)
<3
kate nash! I wish she would come out with a new album….. have you heard “foundations”?
Of course. I love Kate Nash.
do not love kate nash. but like the song. and the line.
i'm soooo not into writing this Gatsby Critique
leonardmccoy:
Arctic Monkeys - Fluorescent...
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to any dream de-coders:
last night, i had a dream that i went into my room and it was a sort of quiet crime scene. under my mattress was a freshly killed corpse.
my parents told me it was okay, and that i shouldn’t worry about it. they told me to sleep on the bed anyway. i slept on it, unafraid that the body would come back to life, but afraid that i was in such close quarters to death. the body against mine was...
birds-planes-trains-cars:
Look What You’ve Done...
i am way too fucking tired
to do anything.
Gggggggggod.
Shoot me. I’d rather be dead. In my bed. Full of lead.
Heh.
omggg, why am i doing this (pocahontas)?
codeepeejay:
oedipusrexrexrex:
oilpaint:
Disney Princess Survey
C I N D E R E L L A One of your parents is dead. You are expected to do a lot of chores. You love to dress up. You love animals. You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming. Your mom is really strict. You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you. You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes. You have left your shoes...
againstyourskin:
Modest Mouse - Trailer Trash
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earlie birdie
Saturday Morning: Wake up 6:30AM for SAT - i hope that went well, i finished every section, at least.
Sunday Morning: Wake up 6:42AM for Mock Trial practice - fell asleep at the stand. not really. but i mean, might as well.
Monday Morning: Wake up at 6:00AM for HELL.
AHHHHHH.
yesterday i hung out with sophie. ran into julia at the mall-or-ama. i bought a teal dress. it’s lace seran...
WatchHot Chip
And I was a Boy from School
airplanes:
(Noah and the Whale) 5 Years Time
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WatchOn and on and on we are calling out and out again Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me
Walking on a Dream, Empire of the Sun
regardlessofnumbers:
Knocked up- Lykke Li vs....
let's see finally something to write about
interesting? exciting? worth while to read? perhaps not to you.. but i feel it is necessary to document every social activity i participate in, given the fact that it is very possible i may not be participating in much more for a while. that is, if my father has it his way.
everyone knows i only do like, one thing a weekend. under his constant supervision. reeeediculous. why, i practically had to...
To Sophie:
Currently watching 500 Days of Summer (for the second time, seeing as I wasn’t paying too much attention the first…)
Will let you know how it goes.
p.s. Hope babysitting went well!
p.p.s. “Us” by Regina Spektor has started playing. Haha. Not my cup of tea…
p.p.p.s Ah, but she loves Belle & Sebastian and The Smiths!
oh fuck it. it’s taking too long to...
sexmusic:
first day of my life // bright eyes
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MAYA MCGAULEY
are you okay?
:(
i take it you are… seeing as i’m reading a few of your tumblr posts. (aka you are not comatose. we know that much, at least). we miss you at SKOOL. i know that place is dreadful… but come back!
I waited till I saw the sun.
takemetogreece:
Mr. Devastey played Norah Jones in french today, me and vk sang and sounded like idiots whatevaaaaa. Now I can’t stop listening to her.
oh carson, you noticeddd
monday mondayyyy
“Every other day, every other day, Every other day of the week is fine, yeah But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes You can find me cryin’ all of the time”
remember that tune, kids?
i was dreading monday (today). eventhough i went to bed at 10:30 and recieved a whole 7.5 hours of sleep, i awoke with a huge and resentful chip on my shoulder. but it wasn’t so...
my tumblarity is going down like miley cyrus on...
fauxromantics:
rishad:
dragonite:
faintingfancies:
dragonite:
faintingfancies:
(via dragonite)
Ahahahahha.
OH SHIT!
thinGy v. thingy.
haha get it?
well you guys probably won’t.
you will.
thedarlingchild:
i like my new bunny suit i like...
haha i didn't even try to do my homework
because what was the point? no school :)
i know this is late. but that’s because i’m just… waking up. yes. i’ve just opened my eyes. it’s late in the afternoon, but i don’t care. i love sleeping.
dad called me ‘bat’ again. die.
i’m eating chocolate i recieved yesterday, for my birthday. i’ve been 17 for a day now. i do feel a little...
heh. agreed.
writemeasonnet:
So I’m reading The Great Gatsby. I’m on page 50, and so far I really don’t see what all the fuss is about.
It really annoys me that all high school students are like ” it’s not boring like other books because it’s about alcohol and parties.”
And that’s all high school students care about or can identify with…
And that really is all it’s about.
whether the weather
whether the weather will answer our adolescent wishes, no one can be sure. we can only hope.
that tomorrow afternoon, a great meteorological hell will break lose. and our otherwise condemned souls will be be unbound from the chains of school the next day. a wonderful friday it will be. to sleep in.
funny though. for me to complain about school i’ve only been in two days now.
p.s. thank...
takemetogreece:
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“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at...”
– William Styron. (via oedipusrexrexrex)
the new beginning
Aidan did not awake in his bed. He did not awake surrounded by the four blue walls of his bedroom. He did not awake to the familiar smell of the chocolate chip pancakes his mother made every Sunday morning, or to the faint hum of his father’s cello. He did not awake to the sectioned sunlight that poured through the slats of his blinds, or to the ventilated warm air that swept across his face,...
