December 2009
42 posts
please? →
someone at least ask me a GOOD question →
formspring
since everyone else is doing it, ask me something?
I feel so creative today
I want to take pictures, I need a model.
“Fear not when, fear not why, fear not much when we’re alive. Life is for...”
– Jay-Z
“Go blog about it.”
– Drew Allen
Wouldn't it be nice if we were older, then we...
You make me feel like honestly anything is possible. Like I could climb Mount Everest and survive. Or at least make it through Junior year. Eric, your the best. I blog about you way too much, but you are worth the word count. We both get so paranoid and insecure all the time and I find it to be funny because we perfectly compliment each other. Last night we discussed our next MTV show, that is...
“Well I guess this is growing up.”
What I liked about 2009
you.
“Liberty Bell, if you put one more bacon bit on that potato, I’m gonna kick...”
– Juno
Dear photography,
fuck you.
My heart feels like it is being ripped from its...
To Whoever You Are,
Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here. Like I’m amongst people who do not appreciate me, people who don’t understand me. I’ve felt like I’ve traveled through my life vicariously without true emotion. Now, I’m starting to feel what I think I may have been hiding for years. Anxiety is the main weapon. Things that I was ever so clear about...
I serve no purpose.
I love it when you
esimonson:
smile. To me your smile is the brightest thing ever. It could turn any of my bad days into good days. I love it when you make fun of me. It makes me know that you can take time to laugh at me and my stupidity. I love it when you show me cute songs. I want to take all those cute songs and live them out with you, especially Dear Polly Garcia. I love when you say things like PM or ass....
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New
I'm convinced you don't actually love me
Why can’t I just be happy with what I have? Why do I have to sit and just doubt everything. I doubt my skill, my ability as well as my love. I feel like breaking things.
It’s 6:48 AM and I can’t help but think of the week I have ahead of me. I am exhausted. Mentally and physically. Working is all I do now along with homework. I want to take pictures again, I need to if anything. Oh well. My road test is later and I’m really nervous, but here goes nothing.
Someone buy this for me, thanks. →
