February 2012
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Ok I guess I better go to the grocery store now.
See y’all laturrr.
Why yes, Los Campesinos!, I agree.
Romance is, indeed, quite fucking boring.
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fuckyeahsexanddrugs:
i hate when someone posts one song from abbey road and im left waiting for the song it transitions into and it just ends and then i end up just going on youtube and clicking through the next 5 songs
because you cant just listen to one song off that album
daisyfairy:
sometimes i look at random people on the train or walking down the street and wonder about their day or what they had for breakfast or where they grew up and if they’re having a good or a bad day and i wonder if people do the same to me
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So I finally got around to listening to Coldplay’s Mylo Xyloto and I gotta say…I’m actually pretty impressed.
I’m halfway through right now and my favorite track is either “Major Minus” or “Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall.” Good stuff.
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Dancing around my apartment in a white wife-beater.
I should be in movies.
AND it’s a Leap Year. I’ve wasted most of the day in bed.
At least I’m probably going roller blading tonight…
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I just took a nearly three hour long nap.
I need to stop doing that…
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Whatever compelled me to take an 8:30 class is beyond me.
It’s 8:30 now and I’m sitting here drinking OJ because I don’t want to leave the apartment.
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tiffanyfocks:
do you ever see someone and think oh my god i would like to be responsible for your next orgasm
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That feeling when you lay down in bed after a long day and your feet just feel great?
Yeah, that’s happening right now.
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Ok I am going to bed because I have class at 8:30 and should wake up in a few hours.
Bon soirèe.
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Hey by the way if anyone I follow is in the Schengen Region lemme know because I’m probably gonna be traveling all over the place starting this weekend.
My Eurorail pass activates and I’m FREEEEE to go anywhere I want in TWENTY TWO COUNTRIES!
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karenlue:
I hate Rick Santorum so much.
#if you vote for him I don’t think we can be friends
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One of these weeks, I’m going to do a Topless Tuesday.
Then you shall know true horror.
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moledro
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
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