no one belongs here more than you.

When you jump up, the earth wants you back.

the hardest person to shop for is officially. . .

…my dad.

Shit.

for my indie rock friends.  :3

for my indie rock friends.  :3

Black Friday :D

meeeghan:

I also got some stuff at Cotton On. I love that store! :D It’s like American Apparel, but cuter and cheaper. Lol.

I’m not someone who avidly shops at AA, but Cotton On ripped off a few AA things, definitely, and didn’t do it very well, either.

Black Friday Madness

I initially wasn’t planning on it, but I went anyway.  And it sucked for awhile, then stopped sucking, and then resumed its sucking.  It was super crowded and we lost my mom.  We eventually found her, but after about an hour and a half of looking.  It’s strange that we could lose her when she’s taller than an average asian woman.  I mean, she isn’t easy to lose, you know what I mean? Plus there’s like a cold front everywhere she goes.

I forget that not all of you are all that close to me.  But I always make jokes about my mom being frigid.  That was one of them.

But! Am semi-glad that I went.  I got presents for my sister, my older brother, Oliver’s family, and I plan on getting my parents their Snuggies (the blanket with sleeves, for those of you living under a very unhip rock) either tonight or tomorrow morning.

And I bought absolutely nothing for myself.  Not even a Frappuccino.

Which is great.

Really, really great.

This could partially attributed to the fact that i really just wasn’t in the mood to buy myself more shit (although it was tempting.  But I don’t have my parents buying me materialistic shit anymore, which really makes you rethink just where all your Galleons are going — and it ain’t Gringotts).  It could also be because I could be honing my elusive skill of self control.  And if so, hurrah!

Let’s just hope that keeps up.

November was National Novel-Writing Month (nanowrimo.org).
I did this last year, where you try to write an entire novel in 1 month.  I got about 120 pages in before I quit that one, and started another story.  Then quit that one.  Started another.  Quit that one.  Started another.
So you can see there’s a pattern.
Long story short, I never finished anything.  So what’s new.  I finish short stories (that sometimes are even so long they shouldn’t be considered that), but whenever I deem something a novel, it’s done for.  I ain’t never gonna finish it.  As long as it has chapters (and I’ve written a short story that’s been well over 100 pages, so don’t think it’s a length issue), its grave has been dug.
It truly, genuinely sucks.  How can I be an ace novelist if I can’t even write a novel?

November was National Novel-Writing Month (nanowrimo.org).

I did this last year, where you try to write an entire novel in 1 month.  I got about 120 pages in before I quit that one, and started another story.  Then quit that one.  Started another.  Quit that one.  Started another.

So you can see there’s a pattern.

Long story short, I never finished anything.  So what’s new.  I finish short stories (that sometimes are even so long they shouldn’t be considered that), but whenever I deem something a novel, it’s done for.  I ain’t never gonna finish it.  As long as it has chapters (and I’ve written a short story that’s been well over 100 pages, so don’t think it’s a length issue), its grave has been dug.

It truly, genuinely sucks.  How can I be an ace novelist if I can’t even write a novel?

I am thankful for many things - in fact, almost everything -
but I am not thankful for this.

I am thankful for many things - in fact, almost everything -

but I am not thankful for this.

do you love me enough
to let me go?

switchfoot.

Last night, I had a dream I was in bed with Zooey Deschanel

and we were kissing.

And I am as straight as a rod but it was fucking AWESOME.

if it hurts you

more than it builds you up,

then it’s just not for you.

Sometimes I just want to quit

but then I realize that

I’m still in love.

Someday i think that maybe

it won’t be enough,

but that day isn’t today.

How much do you love someone?

Jonathan:
Do you love your boyfriend?
Me:
Sure I do.
Jonathan:
If he asked you to pee on him, would you do it?
Me:
Try and stop me!
Jonathan:
Jesus Christ have mercy on our souls.
jeruhmeezy:

asdfadrian:

xlinddaaa:

LMFAAAAAAO! looook at there faces. ROFLROFLLMFAO, i can’t stop lauughingg. what the con heo man!

OHhhhhh YES

HAHAHAHAHA!

jeruhmeezy:

asdfadrian:

xlinddaaa:

LMFAAAAAAO! looook at there faces. ROFLROFLLMFAO, i can’t stop lauughingg. what the con heo man!

OHhhhhh YES

HAHAHAHAHA!

I'm scared

that I will only get

worse

and that there is no

cure.

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