May 2013
9 posts
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fuck yes, denmark finally won something
emmelie is such a cutie pie though
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lord grant me the strength to accept the plot lines i cannot change
courage to continue to watch the show
and wisdom to remember i am not a member of the psychotic part of the fandom
amen
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fuck yes my beautiful blue boys
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hah aaron ramsey scored for arsenal, wonder who will die now
its 3am and the night is ugly
mullingayr:
I don’t understand why some people aren’t okay with sitting at home doing nothing like why do you need to be with your friends constantly don’t you ever want time to yourself jesus christ
january 2013: this shall be my year
may 2013: well, shit
April 2013
3 posts
3 tags
I don’t think for one second Jahar was behind the Boston bombings.
so signed up for a half marathon
stuck at school doing chem lab on a saturday
March 2013
2 posts
its one those night and its almost 5 am and i need to get up early to help my mom clean
and i was just reading through all these posts from so long ago and i remember writing a post about being happy and life being good and really hoping and thinking that everything would stay that way
boy was i wrong
sometimes i have trouble finding answers my life was fine tolerable and then it just turned to...
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all kinds of high
February 2013
2 posts
did my heart love till now
rewatching the grammys
marleys, mumfords - all my love to you
December 2012
1 post
its 2013
hoping for a much better year than 2012
November 2012
4 posts
1 tag
vsetky oci na mne by majk spirit
Sometimes I really really really hate working with people ten hours a day.
four different houses, one home
October 2012
1 post
jeg kan endelig huske sidste gang jeg så hende
jeg var sammen med min bror, vi skulle hente noget
da vi var nede igen kom vi i tanke om en ledning, som vi havde glemt - tror arash var med fordi hun brugte hundrede år på at finde ledningen - det kan jeg huske vi brokkede os over, og så puttede hun ledningen i en pose og kastede den ned til os
tror det var engang i juli, inden vi tog til...
September 2012
5 posts
for the past few months i have been having this dream, where i am lying in bed sleeping but someone is in my room and i cant move or open my eyes at all and i can barely speak, if i do speak its like the tiniest whisper so i can’t let them know that im actually awake and i am fully aware of everything but i cant move and everything is so heavy
i had the dream tonight and this time it went into a...
there are so many things i don’t understand
i remember how strong the grief was in the beginning, how it felt like my heart was breaking over and over again, how unfair it was and how i just couldn’t wrap my head around never seeing her again
and now it’s been a month and she is still in my thoughts but it’s not the same - i dont understand grief i just no
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August 2012
20 posts
can we just smoke some and be happy again please
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maybe you are by asaf avidan and the mojos
...
one day baby we’ll be old and think of all the stories we could’ve told
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playing around with a little classic janis joplin
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be...”
Houston on a un problème.
let me play with kittens and jump on rainbows because this music makes my eyes sore and my heart grow
airplanes and airwaves
wooooosh
what she order
fish fillet
the apartment is all set up and i moved everything into my new room
tomorrow i am leaving for the netherlands and coming back on the 10th
the 11th i am officially moving in and starting my new job as a waiter and on the 13th i start my new chemistry class (and perhaps math, depends on whether or not i want to retake it - need to talk to my student counselor first)
my life is going places
i had a fight with one of my best friends last night and i dont know what to feel
it wasn’t a screaming and yelling fight, it was quiet and truthful and hurtful
i just feel like a fight like this has been festering and waiting for the past three years as we grew further and further apart and a part of me is relieved and the other part is.. sad? angry? indifferent? i don’t know
in a way...
today while sitting in the car on our way to germany i was in that very blissed out state between consciousness and sleep and i kept trying to stay awake by keeping one eye open and letting the other rest by keeping it closed until i woke up by the sound of the door slamming at a gas station
it was like a dream, distant and foggy but real and almost tangible
July 2012
11 posts
my room is empty and isnt mine anymore
there’s no room for the piano in the apartment and i think that makes me glad - and still i can’t imagine life without playing every day, that is what fifteen years with one will do to you
