January 2012
59 posts
December 2011
106 posts
Well. What to do now.
Have you ever noticed
taming-theshrew:
how when you lose someone,
no matter who it is or how much time has passed,
that you never quite lose the habit of looking for their face in a crowd?
Don't ever hesitate. Reblog this.
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You are in the midst of betraying me..
thebluebirdsong:
I wonder if I’m the only one who likes dreamcatchers because of what they’re actually believed to do, not just because they look cool..
I got every damn classic Disney movie on dvd for Christmas. A beautiful $80 dress from Urban Outfitters. A new haircut. A Diana camera. Alice in Wonderland champagne flutes. An Alice “eat me” necklace. So much. I am so thankful. This Christmas has been wonderful.
I’m in loooove with my new Zooey bangs.
Reblog if your best friend is pretty.
det-ched asked: Hi, babygirl. Don't beat yourself up so much about it. This is the first year so far that I haven't had to retake a class. It's really not so bad. You're beautiful and going to have a kick ass coffee shop. Who needs an education when you have coffee and pastries? Especially if you're in London. So don't fret, you beautiful thing. I'm here. Dane's here. In...
I do wish I hadn’t cried so much.
Maybe one day,
We can go,
Hand in hand,
Down a golden road.
And if I get...
– B.O.B - Lovelier Than You (via lewisabbey)
#2: Build-a-Bear workshop and Playstation.
#1: Take a bath together.
Here’s a list of friday dates that have been/will be completed.
My aunt is having her wedding in the US Virgin Islands in June. You know what this means?
Must lose weight now.
Tomorrow, I am going to wake up early. I’m going to have some tea and honey and a croissant for breakfast, and throw on some clothes and go photoing with my love after school. I am not, for once, going to care.
This English paper will be the death of me. Death sounds beautiful right about now.
"They're praising Hayden for his grades and giving me shit about mine. Because he's perfect."
"...I think you're perfect."
"But to them, he is."
"They don't matter. Who are you going to spend the rest of your life with and most of your time? Me. And I think you're perfect. So really, that should matter."