armandhammer: I saw someone do this on tumblr/other internet site the other day. I tried it again today and another funny one shows up. “I like to think of jesus as a mischievous badger.” HAHAHA too good. HAHAHAHA.

armandhammer:

I saw someone do this on tumblr/other internet site the other day. I tried it again today and another funny one shows up.

“I like to think of jesus as a mischievous badger.”

HAHAHA too good.

HAHAHAHA.

This picture and caption via The Daily Clog Twitter made me lol. Man, Berkeley is so crazy. I love it here.

This picture and caption via The Daily Clog Twitter made me lol.

Man, Berkeley is so crazy. I love it here.

Talking about my long hair with TL-ers made me reminiscent of the time when my hair actually went past my boobs, so I decided to go through all of my really old Facebook pictures and, well, discovered this. This picture pretty much epitomizes my entire Freshmen year of college: I’m drunk, making a weird face, surrounded by other equally wasted people as some borderline gay shit takes place. Yup. What a weird time in my life. Also, can I just say that I often have nightmares about my hair growing back out to that length? Ugh, gross.

Talking about my long hair with TL-ers made me reminiscent of the time when my hair actually went past my boobs, so I decided to go through all of my really old Facebook pictures and, well, discovered this. This picture pretty much epitomizes my entire Freshmen year of college: I’m drunk, making a weird face, surrounded by other equally wasted people as some borderline gay shit takes place. Yup. What a weird time in my life.

Also, can I just say that I often have nightmares about my hair growing back out to that length? Ugh, gross.

andthenyouexplode: (via werenotinwonderlandanymore)

andthenyouexplode:

(via werenotinwonderlandanymore)

nicolettesong: TL WestSide Love on 3! 1, 2, 3!! <3 My babies! <333

nicolettesong:

TL WestSide Love on 3! 1, 2, 3!! <3

My babies! <333

I am currently suffering from the following:

  • possibly the flu (or some other comparable sickness)
  • the cyst in my wrist is painfully acting up
  • the strain in my ankle is becoming increasingly strained between dancing and walking around in boots everyday
  • I haven’t even started writing my paper that’s due in 6 hours
  • nor have I started any of the three papers that are due between next Monday and next Wednesday
  • I haven’t finished choreographing/preparing for either of my dance routines, even though one of them has a performance tonight and the other has two performances next week
  • this is all compounded by the fact that over the weekend, I received a suicide note from a family member via text message

Thus, I think the statement, “my life fucking sucks,” would be a fair assessment of my current state of being.

bitty603: iwantyoursoda: (via evangelworldorder) the sex talk. simplified with photos. Hahah, too good.

bitty603:

iwantyoursoda:

(via evangelworldorder)

the sex talk. simplified with photos.

Hahah, too good.

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Hall & Oates // You Make My Dreams (from the 500 Days of Summer Soundtrack)
***don’t start playing the song until I cue you to do so later in this entry!

Yesterday, as I was lying in bed watching Heroes, moping about the sorry state of my weekend, I thought I heard something hitting my window. Thinking I had only imagined the noises, I continued watching my show. Then something heavier was thrown at my window, prompting me to open my blinds and see what was going on.

I look out my window and see Chris, dressed cutely in a maroon v-neck and black blazer, standing in the middle of my courtyard and gesturing at me to hold on a minute as he retreats to the table in the center of my courtyard and presses play on the boombox situated there, blasting the song above. And then he pulls this shit on me.

***play the song here!

By this point I was bawling and running down the stairs, so I didn’t even see this last one:

Then we embraced and kissed in my courtyard, as my roommates and neighbors cheered us along. It was very Say Anything meets 500 Days of Summer, and so so dramatic. And then he gave me these:

Yeah, you all saw this coming. Chris and I are back together!

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Bon Iver // Skinny Love

I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. I’ve spent the last week restless under my sheets, unsuspectingly walking out of my dreams into waking life at the deadest hours of the night. Sometimes there is a body next to me, and sometimes there isn’t, but the end result is always the same. I just lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to every creak and whir as if in conversation with the night.

My love life is in shambles. My ex-boyfriend and I started dating again, but he’s still not ready to commit to me, so I’ve decided to sever him from my life. I uninvited him from my Halloween party, uninvited him from my life really, and I told him that I don’t want to see or speak to him anymore. He was the body that used to be in my bed, but now I want nothing to do with it or him. I want nothing to do with a body that is restless to be with other bodies.

And maybe this is all too honest, but I am just sick of feeling like I’m just a back-up plan, a convenience on the side. I don’t deserve this. I wake up in the morning, fall asleep at night, and spend all the hours in-between reminding myself that I don’t deserve to feel secondary to some other girl who I refuse to believe is prettier or more interesting than me.

So I’m detoxing. I’m getting rid of all of my current, ridiculous affiliations with men, because I don’t deserve to be idly wandering through this purgatory, waiting for someone to realize that I’m worth it. This isn’t worth my time. This isn’t worth my energy. This isn’t worth all of the love and the interest that I have stupidly wasted on these meaningless pursuits.

I’m walking out of this reality and into another, because I am too worthwhile of a person to settle with this shit.

All I do these days is put up with other people's bullshit.
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