January 2012
Stromae.
Vraiment, un garcon parfait.
December 2011
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Tampa officially feels more like home.
I’m mostly okay with that. Really, I’m almost shocked as to how easily I’ve made the transition from Plant City to an actual city.
This is nice.
Orlando, you’re next.
I am Ty’s Vanilla Queen and he is my beautiful white chocolate man.
Dear Mr. Brain,
Shut up. Nobody likes what you’re saying half the time, and the stuff you say to me generally just upsets me.
Love,
The Heart
Far-sighted
prettygoodforleftovers:
I’ve given my heart to all the wrong people for all the right reasons. Too many times, I’ve been too busy looking off into the distance to notice what was in front of me all along. I’ve searched all this time trying to find perfection but I manage to find myself fighting to hold onto misery when bliss sneaks away, always right under my nose.
I missed your writing....
I can't sleep. I guess I'll just watch Pokemon....
…and now I just have Ave Maria on loop.
Why can’t I sleep. Something’s so wrong.
“The sign of a beautiful person is that he always sees beauty in others.”
– Omar Suleiman (via nirvikalpa)
ask me questions?
“She burned too bright for this world.”
– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via rashadsays)
The last week of online school.
“In a focused essay, discuss the writer’s use of repetition and imagery of light and dark to reveal the importance of the couple’s discovery.”
The day he broke my heart
He stole my self esteem.
He broke down all of my walls
And stole all I had in greed.
I was in pain, but he
Carelessly kissed me,
Tears slid down my blushed cheeks.
What a reward for the meek.
My mom hugged me to her.
My facade was so poor.
That what was left was ruined,
I was shaken to the core.
I collapsed in my sheets
And felt my heart beat
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