Embarking on the most glorious of best friend reunions later this evening.
I’m having a lot of difficulty wrapping my head around the idea that this may be my last bff slumber party for a very, very long time. In any case, here’s to ~8 years of sour patch kids, bike rides, downtown loitering, climbing on rooftops, old movies,thrift store shopping, secret sharing, internet dancing, and love abounding!These ladies are my world.
Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash by Giacomo Balla, 1912
Eight Letters | Paul Baribeau
I found (at least) eight letters I wrote but never sent while cleaning up my dormitory today.
I threw them away ;that felt nice.
With the exception of my roommate picking me up a Subway sandwich a few hours ago, (prefect angel, that one) I have been surviving off of my personal supply of granola bars and yogurt and by compulsively checking the email forum for club/student government/ student affairs events with free food since Tuesday night.
On that note, I wonder how long someone could go on a diet of pizza and carrots before like, keeling over.
It wouldn’t really be finals time if every white shirt I owned wasn’t covered in various coffee drinks.
Feeling compelled to use “bureaucratic shit storm ” in an essay.
~College problems~
Ask me how many time I’ve listened to this beautiful song today.
(But I’ll give you a hint: it’s more than 20, probably less than a hundred)
I know the feeling, Shirls.
(Source: lesbico)
Baths — “♥”
“I know it’s crazy, but I just feel like I got a knack for this shit.”
President Obama reading one of the most beloved books in the Driver home, “Where the Wild Things Are” just a month before Maurice Sendak’s passing today.
:(
An ode to an empty box of treats:
NEVER MIND I’LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU
I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST YOU, MACARO-OOOONS!
DON’T FORGET ME I BEG!
I REMEMBER YOU SAID
SOMETIMES IT LASTS IN BAKED GOODS
SOMETIMES I EAT THEM ALL(in one sitting) INSTEAD
I'm seriously living with the biggest cuties ever next year
- Amy: Is this message to-----too much?
- Amy: I told him about my weird dreams
- Amy: which happen when I fall asleep with my bra on
- Amy: is that funny?
- Me: Well I-
- Amy: Am I funny?
- Me: Oh ye-
- Amy: Do I sound fun and free spirited here?
- Amy : Do people like fun and free- spirited
- Me: Well I'm su-
- Amy: Like do I seem like a lot of fun?
- Me: Sure
- Amy: Like that dreamy fun thing?
- Amy: Like Zooey Deschanel
- Me: Haha Well-
- Amy: but in a good way?
- Amy: Because people are really into that right?
Feeling sort of pretty, feeling happy.
