I don't vote for blog of the week contests, they kinda make me want to drown myself in a boiling vat of yogurt. I don't promo, either. If you know me, don't follow me. Fuck bitches, eat cheesecake. Here are some useless words to take up space: loose, dim, blue jeans, floral, varnish, seaside, moon, cloudy, lace, romaine, cielo, potato gun.
i kind of just want to sit on the moon tonight and look at the earth and the stars
just kidding. i’m not sorry at all.
i could totally go for some focaccia bread right now
I just don’t understand why Joseph Gordon-Levitt hasn’t proposed to me already
I’m sick of being cautious. I’m 16- I’m young and I want to live. I want to have no regrets. I’ve got my whole life to eat tomato soup in the Nordstrom cafe, but there are things I want to do that can only be done while I’m young and able to make dumb mistakes. And I plan on making a lot of dumb mistakes.
side note: I cut school today and it was absolutely thrilling and my mom has no idea. HOLLA
their cat was born under a couch. my aunt is on a farm in Kansas writing a book about god. one of them spends his time whining to me about his girl problems. another pees all over the yard. oh yeah and then theres 6 more that are all super crazy.
wash people’s underwear. clean up cow shit with my bare hands. staple my eyelids shut. read people’s whiny facebook statuses. drown myself in a boiling vat of yogurt. analyze shakespeare. drink bubble bath. give birth to octuplets. color my entire body with green sharpie.
My dad is giving away my Easy Bake Kitchen computer game. I guess this means I really am too old for it
Sometimes I listen to a song, and then I think “hmm, I wish I hadn’t listened to that because it was a waste of 3 minutes and 45 seconds”
I was watching Hey Arnold and a stink bug started flying around so I sprinted out of the room but the door got stuck for like 15 seconds and I couldn’t open it and I started screaming and when I finally opened it I slipped down the stairs and got rug burn all over my legs
attractive foreign boy to bring me to his country for the summer (or forever). please and thank you.
In 2 years when I’m a second semester senior I swear I’m going to write total nonsense essays and turn them in in wingdings