Source: amagii
Dat cold stare. <3
Her role in this is what sold me on French women. ;P
(via ohsnapitspapacapp)
Source: weheartit.com
I think it went well.: i fucking hate my mother
she wants to do pastels at mine and allie’s graduation.
fucking pastels? what?
my schools colors and red/grey/white and allie’s colors are red/blue/white.
why the fuck would you do pastels? especially since Allie and I are the farthest thing from girly-girls?
and she’s all mad because I don’t…
She doesn’t like Western’s colors either?! White/black/orange would be awesome!
Well Westerns colors are brown and gold.
Not very pretty colors.
Oh, never mind then. I was thinking of the wrong colors.
Source: babelinc0ln
I think it went well.: i fucking hate my mother
she wants to do pastels at mine and allie’s graduation.
fucking pastels? what?
my schools colors and red/grey/white and allie’s colors are red/blue/white.
why the fuck would you do pastels? especially since Allie and I are the farthest thing from girly-girls?
and she’s all mad because I don’t…
She doesn’t like Western’s colors either?! White/black/orange would be awesome!
Source: babelinc0ln
Honesty.
So, I’m always telling friends that it’s best to be honest and open about almost all things with one another. If you aren’t open, you leave people guessing, and that leaves room for them to interpret your outward expression of emotion in their own way. The worst case, I think, is that those close to you may incorrectly view you as being happy when, really, you’re far from it.
Well, in the spirit of honesty (and not being a hypocrite), here’s my admission that I am very, very unhappy— regardless of how I may express myself otherwise. I’m not gonna sit here and list all the things that are getting me down right now (not only because I don’t see this being read by anybody who’d care, but also because that’s something a whiny bitch would do), so let’s just say in most of the “areas” that one would separate their life into, I’d rank most as being generally unsatisfactory to downright disappointing.
I’m working on changing the things I can change, but most of the things that are nagging me right now are of the sort that I have only minimal influence over. But, whatever. I mean, my work is cut out for me on the things I can change. And, as for the things I can’t, I guess it’s just a question of how long I can deal with them before I say “fuck it” to it all and just refuse to leave my bed for anything.
