January 2011
11 posts
Jan 31st
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Golden Girls...
You hurt me. Bad. I don’t know how to be around you…we went from being good friends to how we were…then, when the summer ended, you stopped being anything. You didn’t talk to me, you weren’t a friend…you were nothing but a memory of something that could have been. Then and now, every time you see me, it’s like you just expect things to pick up where YOU...
Jan 29th
Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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Isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I just wanted to say that I really like the pjs I have put together. It’s my NFG HCT tee and comfy shorts…I could live in this every day…just sayin’. I just had YoCrunch! Greek yogurt with granola. It was incredibly yumm-er-ific. I only eat like…once a day, because I never remember to eat. This could be a bad thing…hmmm. One last thing before the very last...
Jan 27th
OperationBeautiful.com
Tonight, as I showered, I felt particularly incredible and quite overly beautiful. This was about two hours ago. Usually, if I feel this way, it lasts only until I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What a shame. In order to demolish this, I looked at myself a little longer in the mirror. What is it that all the sudden makes me so un-incredible? It’s me. I am the only one who has the...
Jan 20th
Eat Pray Love
Here I am, again, with a burning desire for something. Some days, it’s anything…I always have a burning desire for SOMETHING. Within the past year, I want to DO something. I want to move to a place where nobody knows me…I want to travel to some foreign country and see EVERYTHING…I want to have these great life experiences. At twenty-three shouldn’t I have some kind of...
Jan 17th
Singular Musings.
Is it weird that, at twenty-three, I have never been on a date? Once upon a time, I had a “boyfriend,” but I do not consider middle-school romances to be real. You can’t go anywhere or do anything. You hold hands in the hallway. Sometimes, you may even get your first kiss. None of that was written into my life story. Sure, we held hands and hugged, but after a summer apart and...
Jan 7th