December 2009
I let my heart get the best of me.
(via supmoses)
Don’t we all?
The bit from the Emperors New Groove
Where Pachas wife is stressing out then says ‘I need to go wash something’?
The pre-washing bit?
That is my life.
Cannot adequately express anything right now.
I see nothing in your eyes, And the more I see the less I like.
growingup:
skyehorror:
kissalyssa:
Time To...
“I lie for only you,
And I lie well…”
– Brand New (via astronomie)
I should stop staying up so late. I overthink things and freak msyelf out. I’m sure I’m not the only one though, which makes me feel a little better about it all.
I feel afraid.
The best solution for this is friends, pizza and wine <3
The best two pieces of advice anyone will ever...
countyourluck:
keepsgettingbetter:
pamicami:
fabricatedetails:
whenshesmiles:
1. You alone have the power to make yourself happy and to make yourself the kind of life you want. No matter how tough, you can handle it.
2. “This was a choice, this was never a mistake.” Never a mistake. Good or bad. It was a choice you made and ultimately make you a stronger, better, happier person.
Hello, self.
Stop being paranoid and grow up.
Love, Megan.
I feel that, after having a nice day with my family and stuff, I should feel bad about the fact I feel indifferent to… pretty much everything.
I just ache.
I hope you have all had a wonderful Christmas, Tumblr.
I got the devil on my shoulder
over and over
Happy almost-Christmas, Tumblr!
Wow.
huntingofthesnark:
Quality song.
I can’t stop laughing. What the hell is this.
THE MILLIONAIRES CHRISTMAS SONG.
growingup:
“I’ve been staring at the clock waiting for my Santa cock.”
Me: -SCREAMS A HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM OF JOY-
Mom: What are you doing? Me: Oh my god I can’t Sister: (comes out of room) What was that yell? Me: -CAN’T BREATHE-
Oh my god.
Oh.
My.
God.
growingup:
hymendestroyer:
queefs:
Bliss -...
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I have to get up in 5 hours. So instead of writing, I’m here on Tumblr. Oh God.
But this essay really is possibly one of the worst things. Ever. Worse than going into and exam where you look at the paper and go ‘lol I know nothing! :D’ 32% on guesswork? Still a fail, but thank you very much!
3.07am and I’m writing an essay like yeah.
It’s due in in 9 hours like yeah.
I’ve been going for about 12 hours already like yeah.
I’m halfway through and totally stuck like yeah.
FML.
One day, I hope I’m irreplaceable to someone.
just.... fuck everything, man.
I just want to sleep!!! I don’t care about anything any more. I’m sick of writing damn essays. Yes, I know it’s all my fault for leaving it to the last minute and therefore I probably deserve the fact that I’m making myself ill. But Christ, I could do with catching a break right now. I’m not getting enough sleep and I have to write 3000 words tomorrow and it’s...
“I woke up weak today and needing your voice
Crawled into the speakers and...”
– Robots In Disguise - Turn It Up (via kloobnika)
I JUST GOT INTO CARLETON.
swapmeet:
AKA MY FIRST CHOICE UNIVERSITY. NOT FOR MY FIRST CHOICE PROGRAM, BECAUSE THEY’RE WAITING TILL THEY GET SOME GRADE 12 MARKS FOR THAT ONE, BUT FOR ARTS. AND FOR BUSINESS.
AHHH I AM SO HAPPY.
Congratulations!!! :)
