June 2010
Listening to my brother watch Glee/those stupid kids butcher Bohemian Rhapsody.
My brother brought me sour gummy worms.
Yes.
I'm going to go lay on the floor and polish off this bottle of wine while eating chocolate covered strawberries and watching Criminal Minds.
My lack of emotional maturity enables me to have completely fulfilling relationships with bottles of alcohol and fictional characters.
I'm a dick because I call it football despite being raised in the US by two americans who never once called it that.
I’M SORRY BUT THE ONLY PEOPLE I CAN TALK TO ABOUT FOOTBALL LIVE IN BRAZIL/THE UAE/ THE UK AND THEY ALL CALL IT FOOTBALL SO I AM IN THE HABIT
fffff
I’m a douche I’m a douche I’m a douche.
But it IS football.
People calling it soccer make me do this:
omg that gif
fjdshfjkdhfljk I can’t even.
this is a blog about the inability to even
WAHOO, SOUTH AFRICA!
I love everything about my mom.
Me: “So, we can grill and then go to the gym and then go swimming?”
Mom: “Well…we could do that…or we could stay home, watch Will and Grace, and get hammered.”
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
—Jonathan Safran (via quotewhore)
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
—Anais Nin (via thechocolatebrigade)
Supertight (Feat. Aldous Snow)
Jackie Q
Supertight-Jackie Q ft. Aldous Snow
“If you do not feel yourself growing in your work and your life broadening and deepening, if your task is not a perpetual tonic to you, you have not found your place.”
—Orison Swett Marden (via myownmelt) (via quotewhore)
“It is not easy … to wait. Waiting is what the hunter does, and the poet and the slugger. He waits for the moment of inevitability and fate and then he swings, or shoots, or takes up the pen to put down a line. They don’t teach us to wait in America; they teach us to grab. But waiting is what we do when we are looking for something beautiful, when we are looking for an end to our sorrow. Nothing is infinite in life, not even sorrow. You just have to wait.”
—Cary Tennis (via irunfrombears) (via quotewhore)
I'm primped and ready to see the man of my dreams and show him just how little I need him.
at least the hot, put together, grown-ass woman in me is confident…
The neurotic me who doesn’t shave her legs more than once a month and is more like Liz Lemon than I’d like to admit is terrified.
I'm having coffee with my ex at 3 to "chat".
NERVOUS NERVOUS NERVOUS.
I’ve only seen him once since he moved away (right after we broke up) and I was definitely the more put-together party. I’m afraid that I’ll look like a total wreck and it’ll be like “haha now look who can’t move on?” because I haven’t dated anyone since we broke up (over a year ago). Last summer I wrote him this letter spilling all of my deep dark feelings for him and he IM’ed me and said “…uh, thanks for the letter” and that was the only time he ever brought it up.
It’s not like I think we’re going to date again or anything, I know that that’s never going to happen. But, seeing old flames has a tendency to rekindle that fire, at least for me…and I don’t want that to happen.
