August 2012
I Once Dated A Writer and
sainthannah:
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what you’ve just said. They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash, but they don’t forget how to make you laugh. . Writers are...
Watchlyndez:
heroesthrowingstones:
holdmyhandbeforeidrown:
vulcanhearing:
l-amourparfait:
dolce-glamour:
itscandidlycara:
panasonicyouth:
bulletbutt:
digitallyimpaired:
pandacows:
the pizza guy’s confusion makes this video so brilliant
oh my god
oh my god
slowly making my dream of breaking out into a musical number come true
bless this
bless everyone involved
On the...
“Be what you are. This is the first step toward becoming better than you are.”
– August W. Hare (via kari-shma)
Me: No no no. They've moved the release date for 'The Great Gatsby' from Christmas 2012 to Summer 2013. I can't. No. NO.
Someone: Chill out. You can wait a bit longer, right?
Me: NO!
Someone: But...
Me: I DID MY WAITING!
Someone: Wha...?
Me: TWELVE YEARS OF IT!
Someone: Not again.
Me: IN AZKABAN!
Me: *crys*
starshine: August 15, 2012
Two years ago I stood... →
leavemesomestardust:
August 15, 2012
Two years ago I stood up in front of my friends in a black dress, vest, and combat boots. My best friend, Nena, walked up to me in her white dress, with a bouquet of wild flowers that we picked for her. We stood there with our hands together, adding ribbon after ribbon over our…
Happy anniversary, darling.
5 tags
and it hits: tomorrow is my last day in san diego.
this summer has been my absolute favorite in quite a while, i think. it trickled by so slow, and then slipped away. this sudden heat of the past week melted it all away.
what was this summer? it was gentle waves, it was happy adventures and many days in the water. this summer was mainly grant, my lovely lovely boy. our summer was great....
“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office...”
– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via morfeodespierto)
