This is basically my journal. Things that I want to remember, and other silly things.

Twenty year old girl from Ohio.

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Operation lilac hair is in full effect.

2 days ago with 2 notes

And then BAM! The exact words are “So what are you doing with your life?”

*insert that funny noise when a skeleton shivers*

4 days ago with 2 notes

Nothing in the world makes me more anxious than people from my past trying to contact me. I go into a panic because I’m not in school and yada yada yada.

So I’m trying to tell myself that I’m a decently neat and kind person with a lot to offer, and if someone is going to look down upon me then I’m better off without them.


4 days ago with 3 notes

Me: So what’s next with your build?

Him: Intercooler, downpipe installed, resonator delete and a tune and that’s it I’m done.

Me: I love when you say “that’s it.” We all know it never ends.

1 week ago with 0 notes

They were all like “SELFIEEEEE.”

Trying to teach myself to do a handstand after wanting to for so long. It’ll be stuck on the wall for quite a while, but I don’t mind. I’m excited!

I somehow managed to go 38-10 in Halo and we still lost.

I somehow managed to go 38-10 in Halo and we still lost.

A hair ninja obviously

A hair ninja obviously

I think the worst thing a guy can do when you’re accusing him of something that he did to hurt you, however small or big it is, is deny it. Denying that he even did anything wrong at all. And then twisting it on you somehow, acting like you’re insane.

I knooooow you girls know exactly what I mean…

2 weeks ago with 2 notes

The more I think about it, the more it seems like a good idea to just move out to the countryside and rebuild myself there temporarily.

I mean, bad idea but good idea.

I don’t know.

One step forward, two steps back. It’s just how it goes with you.

2 weeks ago with 0 notes

Somehow it randomly came to my thoughts that one Christmas where we were still in a ldr and I had been asking for a shirt/boxers of yours to sleep in. So you sent me a pair of your boxers that you had sewed a bow onto. They were navy blue with a red bow.

2 weeks ago with 1 note

I like the way you held my hand when you took me to the lake this weekend.
I like the way you were relentless in scaring me when we were on the swings, even though I pleaded for you to stop.
I like the way your luck ended up shining through when we happened to stumble upon an srt4 meet. :b

I like the way you’re sweet to random little kids, cause I swear you have some weird thing about you where you just draw them in even though you swear you dislike them.
I like the way you sleep, it makes me wonder if other humans are that handsome when they sleep…
I like the way you’ve been sitting here with me in this bed ALL DAMN DAY binge-watching American Horror Story: Coven. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.
I like your shoulders.
I like how giant your hands are.
I like how concentrated and cool as a cucumber you look when you’re shifting gears.
I like the way you add up my total as I fill the cart when we go shopping. :’)

I like it all. I like you.

2 weeks ago with 4 notes

But then it has some advantages. Like curling up with the box set of Harry Potter that he got me one Christmas.


2 weeks ago with 1 note

The worst part about having a boyfriend is that you immediately have to share your food. I tried eating the ONE piece of pie out of the whole thing I cooked and he appeared out of nowhere and took bites.

Though, I can’t complain much because I am notorious for taking bites of everyone’s food so…

2 weeks ago with 1 note

I’ve been thinking about the time when I came to visit you and meet your family in Texas. It was my first time flying, and I did it all by myself. It was a big deal to me. Leaving you was so hard. I remember waking up that morning and getting ready, and I was so calm and I didn’t understand why. I said goodbye and thanked your Mama and your Papa and we packed up the car and headed to the airport. That’s when it kicked in. I was sad, and I wanted nothing more for you to turn the car around and take me back home with you. A sad sounding song came on and you changed it to “You! Me! Dancing!” by Los Campesinos. That song will forever be burned in my brain, and will be forever connected to this memory.

We got to the airport and when I was walking away I knew you were there waiting for me to turn around and wave or something. But I couldn’t. Because I KNEW with all of my heart that I would not have gotten on that plane had I turned around and looked at you. I would have refused.

I love you lots. I just can’t help it.

3 weeks ago with 3 notes