December 2009
56 posts
today i am going to make you something great.
i dont want to lose it.
i dont know what to do about this. i dont know how to react. i dont know why people do things. i dont know where to start.
I CANT FIND A DECENT PICTURE TO PAINT.
bogus wants to know where i've been lately.
i forgot how much i missed you.
dear amanda,
dear-musanabera:
your painting is beautiful.
i love it.
thank you so much.
im SO SO SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT!!!(: im so glad you like it!!!
jesus, thankyou so much.
goodnight.
my creativity level is zero.
i love my family.
my one-eyed grampa is so obnoxious and dry humored.
today someone said something about a catapillar and it reminded me about my bug farm. and the process of searching between my sandbox and the grass for the right ones. eventually i only collected catapillars and at one time i had seven in one box. and they all turned into caccoons and i accidentally left them out and they froze and died and i was really sad; i think i buried the whole box.
i love you way too much.
is the glass half empty? or half full?
it doesnt matter in the long run, we all die. the glass of water is left behind. everything we’ve ever worked to gain is left behind.
i love it when i sprayed myself with perfume...
amanda, nice new name! eightsixthousandfourty? i...
dear-musanabera:
where did that number come from?
did you get the new phone programed? haha
thankyou(: it’s how many seconds are in a day. it reminds me not to waste them.. especially when i see it on tumblr.. and NO!! the phone doesnt have the right sticker! the old guy on the telephone line thought i was a total ditz and that i couldnt find the right number.. but it turns out it...
546. DEAR JUSTIN BEIBER: IMA TELL YOU ONE TIME,...
(via gotwisdom)
you are nothing but a show.
and you think nobody notices.
i make lists of what to make lists for.
i cant do this i cant do this his i cant d o this i ca nt do t his i ca cant do thi s i cant do t his i can t do th o th is i ca nt do thiss i cant do this i c do t this i cant doo ...
im alright if the sky is pissed down here, it means more snow for bogus. see you December 17th.
jennifer dudley
the girl i am sending gifts to anonymously. i hope she likes them:/ ..and doesnt see my tumblr.
I want to play that "people-knot" game from the...
(via sarahrahrah)
I get attached to people I see driving on the...
sealegslexi:
And the more turns we make alike, the more I want them to stay, and I watch them behind me like we are close friends and I want to be sure they’re all right, and I watch their shadows cast from the lights behind them in my rearview mirror and when they finally take a turn and disappear down a sidestreet I miss their headlights, horribly.
im so blatantly stupid sometimes.
there was a window left open on the computer last night that i saw this morning. it said “YouTube - Here Comes Th…” i got super excited because i thought it was “Here Comes The Sun” i clicked and saw “Here Comes The Boom” and a picture of Nelly. im sick of present radio music.
my dad attempted to start a standing ovation after the choir finished singing. no one stood. my parents are so popular all the time.
New Moon as interpreted by LOLCATS. →
sealegslexi:
thegermanowl:
laurencephilomene:
coldandpale:
fuckyeahtwilightsucks:
elvisreincarnate:
asunlessnight:
boredintheburbs:
This is easily the best performance of New Moon possible.
my favorite part was, “wait! brb! I fordet, don’t need shirt no mores”
snow is the hardest to capture in art.
no noise no shadows no color no defined shape. hardly any presence at all.
im sorry i didnt tell you,
the light is always red after yellow. but is it always yellow after green?
i wonder if youve changed. is your hair colored again? will you be wearing the same clothes? will they be from walmart? or somewhere nicer considering you have money now? do you even have money? did you spend it all before you came back? why is your car broken? did you tell me that so i would drive there? did you leave the bottles behind? why do i even care? what taught me to care over the summer?
did i? or did you?
sealegslexi:
You aren’t a brilliant artist unless your work means something
i've been working for an hour,
i’m on number 17.