February 2012
my nostalgia grows stronger and becomes more vivid everyday. this burden is too heavy for me.
JUST realized that “mardi gras” is french for “fat tuesday” which is why everyone calls “mardi gras” “fat tuesday.”
WOW i am literally retarded.
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i’m going home to long island tomorrow for the weekend.
i really need a break from all this so i’m actually really looking forward to it.
diet mountain dew, baby, new york city.
guys i can name all 50 state capitals on sporcle in like two and a half minutes.
this is how i should start impressing boys because nothing else seems to be working.
when will you see that no one can love you the way i can love you?
asoftersoliloquy asked: the "me" in the besties lana del taco sting rey thing is DEFINITELY the mom from gullah gullah island
iamthecausetoallyourproblems:
i feel very very sad, like i could burst into tears at any second. because everything is very sad to me and i’m missing all of the people who i have never met and who have died and it makes me sad that nearly everyone i love and feel connected to are either far away or dead
i feel like this too often. my heart hurts from missing everyone/everything so much.
…..can this semester just be over already please
i can already tell today is going to be awful. actually this whole week is going to be awful.
so that’s cool.
ivebeendancingonrooftops asked: ☀
Do it :)
æ: Post a picture of yourself.
✌: Share a childhood memory.
♡: Make a confession.
❁: Share one of your insecurities.
✓: Share something about yourself others might think is weird.
☹: Share a turn off.
☀: Share a turn on.
♬: Share a song that takes you to a certain memory in the past.
♧: Share the story of something that makes you smile.
☆: Share one thing you think about before you go to bed at night.
☮: Share a relationship story
lololololzach:
yourearat:
Starships, Nicki...
nerkmid:
but you love ladysmith black mambazo
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2/16
“I sometimes kiss the scar on your lower belly early in the morning when you’re still asleep; it’s a secret your body and I share. I swore I’d never tell. My love for you is thick and warm, I feel it in my fingertips and it rings in my ears. We are connected at our hipbones, fused at our elbows. I miss your skinny legs, and the shape they’d make as they are sprawled across your bed. You are...
