February 2010
listening to sigur ros makes me feel like nothing in the world could ever go wrong. like everything’s just beautiful the way it is. as if nothing could ever go wrong and that the sun shines on everything beautiful.
then i remembered, it isn’t. this is winter in ohio. this is adolescence. this is real life. thanks for being a tulip in the snow, sigur ros.
January 2010
for every "deep" quote that someone posts,
i unfollow one person.
how’s that for statistics?
going to olive garden for my brother’s birthday. i superduper hope we get one of randy’s tables, if he still works there.
fucking cutie. ♥
leave me crap in my formspring while i’m gone prz.
formspring. ask me stuff while i'm still online~ →
i’m making origami boxes and black friendship bracelets
ALL AFTERNOON.
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LISTEN UP: NO ONE SLEEPS WHEN I'M AWAKE.
the dreams i dream, the song i sing for you,
they’re coming from my heart.
is my message getting through?
you know it hurts so bad
just like i knew that it would.
but i’d do it again, do it again if i could.
do it again if i could.
Yo asshole! This motha' fucka's dead. Ain't no...
just got home from picking my brother up after a 2 hour ride there and back. i’m going to go make some popcorn and collapse in my room. maybe do some sketching or something and pop a movie up somewhere.
kinda hope i get a message from a certain someone. or a few certain someones. hmhm BUT OTHER THAN THAT. online shopping and whatnot. leave me messages or something idk.
formspring
when was the last time you cried?
last night. as in like, january 27th night.
mmmm questions. <3
we just said bye to each other 5 times back and forth. cut that out, good sir, if i wasn’t black i’d be beet red.
i really want to make a big mug of tea and paint a little bit. like, i have so many ideas for a painting but idk. they’re not coming out right. maybe it’s time for a big sketch dump or something.
What is your favorite type of media to use when creating art?(camera, paint, charcoal, whatever)
right now, i’d definitely have to go with markers. it’s usually watercolour paint but i recently got into these dual tip markers i bought so. for the moment, those are my babies.
i desire more questions~
what is your favourite colour?
red~~
Don’t you hear me calling you Miss Honay?
I know you hear me calling you MEES HONAY
ask me more questions.
my life has been so much better since i stopped talking to you
i actually enjoy doing stuff now. thank you for pushing me away enough that i eventually got tired of trying and actually started living my own life.
i’m going to go attempt to get this idea sketched down, drink the rest of this fruit punch, and go to bed.
grocery list
apples
grapefruit
fruit punch tropicana
yellow, black, dark blue, or gray nail polish
black sweater
comb
eyeshadow brush
tights
socks (black, white, and grey)
maybe some cheap shoes to wear through the winter
sometimes
astrosaur:
i just want to stop. everything.
ya know?
i think i’m about to unfollow everyone who posts stupid stuff just so i can actually find the tumblrs i care about.
“and then there were the crypto, homo rockers. lou reed, iggy pop, david bowie. who was actually an idiom, working in america and canada.
these artists, they left as deep an impression on me as that oven rack left on my face. to be a young american in muskrat love…”
- Hedwig and the Angry Inch
i think i’m going to be terribly sick.
this heating pad is setting my back on fire but i don’t wanna take it off
i want to paint my nails red and forget the world
i want to put a movie on and feel like a normal girl.
ask me anything. anything at all. →
while i’m still awake that is.