December 2010
152 posts
The washing machine ate my laundry.
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November 2010
52 posts
2 rehearsals, 2 lessons, 1 jury and 1 concert till I never have to set foot in Whalen again. praise Buddha.
http://www.haddadadad.com/image/jurassic-park-umbre... →
Sad news
awfuldrawings:
LOL →
December 15thhhh :D imma get there somehow.
sometimes I wonder
when the vocalist of a band is performing a song on stage, are they just singing empty lyrics or is the song hitting them as hard as the first time they ever wrote it? After a while you’d think they would become desensitized to the words they’ve sang so many times. It’s hard to tell the difference between the artists who are singing these songs just because people like them and...
I love this man
“this is it. this is your life: you sitting here, this very second, reading what might end up as a C- in a community college creative writing class. this is what you (we) do. its not about crossing the finish line, its about the 30 mile a week traning runs. (dont get it fucked up) its the in-betweens. its the lonely walks home. its the dreariness of sunday afternoons. its the reluctant...
lololololol.
nuff said.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
4 more days.
can I just sleep till Friday?
Listen
I need to get out of this funk. -___-
Can I just say how much emetophobia sucks?
love this song
What really happened →
“I grew up in a college town, and one Halloween our doorbell rang and we opened...”
“I’ll find repose in new ways, though I haven’t slept in two days,...”
a most beautiful ruby red
Day 3: Your Parents
Dear Mom,
Thank you for texting me today and reminding me you love me, sometimes I forget. I’ve been having these panic attacks and recurring dreams of getting into arguments with you, and I know it’s rooted to something deeper, I just haven’t figured it out yet. I miss you and wish you called more often, or even at all. College is going well and I have so many stories...
Only in Niagara Falls... →
“Dear Icebergs,
Sorry to hear about global warming. Karma’s a bitch.
...”
“Dear Noah,
We could have sworn you said the ark wasn’t leaving...”
“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved...”
– Maurice Sendak (via bobulate)
Day 1: Your Best Friend
Dear friend,
I miss you. It’s hard being so far away from you and not knowing what is going on in your life. I can’t wait to be home in two weeks and go to Canadia with you and Dave and Busters and Tim Hortons. And the MALL. Can we go shopping please? For cute winter things? Or maybe undies? Bahahaha. I think we should go on a road trip asap. To colorado. And snowboard. All day...
The 30 Day Challenge
WRITE A LETTER TO THESE PEOPLE :
Day 1 — Your Best Friend Day 2 — Your Crush Day 3 — Your parents Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative) Day 5 — Your dreams Day 6 — A stranger Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to Day 11 — A Deceased person...
MATT HECHT SMELLS LIKE POOP
MATT HECHT
IS AMAZING. I TRUST HIM SO MUCH THAT I LEAVE MY PASSWORD HERE!!!!
Poor Prop 19. Maybe next year.
I wish.
“Not everyone who rides a snowboard is a snowboarder, but for those who do bear this illustrious title, it’s an undeniable way of life. High school ends, and the road starts calling-off to mountain towns and the assimilation into weird, transient tribes full of people who work nighttime jobs cleaning toilets or handing you your coffee in the early mornings, all so they can shove a...
Nobody really knows what they’re talking about.
We’re all excellent liars to ourselves.
I need to stop being so headstrong.
