October 2011
really Miami? really?
i guess we really want Andrew Luck. badly.
about to put up pictures from a newborn photoshoot up on my other tumblr.
go check em out, yo!
i mean, if you think babies are cute and stuff.
((also they’re gonna publish themselves over the next couple of days, so it’ll be a slow release of pictures.))
Chances are, you’re not going to be alone forever.
Start spending more time with you. Laugh at your own jokes. Luxuriate in solitary silence. Walk. Read. Pamper yourself. Be as filthy and disgusting as you please. Learn the comfort of your own embrace. It’s a cliché but it’s true—you will love better once you’ve fallen in love with you. Sleep sprawled on the bed. Snore. When you wake up make eggs and bacon and eat them in bed on your own. Find things—big and small—that you love doing and do them everyday.
Focus on your job. Find a hobby. Do whatever the hell you want. Because when that day comes—the secret day you hold onto in the hidden recesses of your guts—you will have to compromise. You will have to think of someone else whenever you make a decision. You will have to share your bacon, and maybe they wont like it crispy besides, and you’ll have to adapt. You will have to sleep wedged between someone’s limbs. It wont be better and it wont be worse; it will be different, and you’ll have to learn to love it too.
” —The Greenness Of Your Grass (via creatingaquietmind)
ew bacon.
If you ask me how I’m doin, I’ll say I’m doin just fine
i dont like that i like this song and the words.
it’s just so damn catchy. what the eff.
i really want to put up House by Ben Folds (from The Best Imitation of Myself album).
but i cant find it.
so go listen to it. cause it’s on repeat right now. fo sho.
maybe i’ll be a hipster for halloween.
that could be funny.
stripes. and glasses with no frames. and ill braid my hair back in a bun. and i just bought toms so i can use those. and red lipstick. and tattoos on my forearms. and i’ll carry around a camera. and take hipstamatic pictures (get it? hipsta?). and i’ll bite some of the polish of my nails. and…
im running out of ideas.
being an adult and taking the day off cause your sick is the weirdest thing in the world.
in high school it was whatever. in college you didnt go to class and it was fine. but in real world times, being sick and missing work has such a weird thing to it.
especially since i have to work tomorrow (saturday shooting). it’s just weird.
i dont feel good.
blah.
holy crap.
holy craaapppp.