Every time I write the word ‘beautiful’, I say ‘b-e-a-utiful’ in my head. Thank you, Bruce Almighty.
Been through three and a half playlists tonight.
“Is this the end of the moment, or just a beautiful unfolding of a love that will never be? Or maybe be everything that I never thought could happen or ever come to pass? And I wonder if maybe, maybe I could be all you ever dreamed. Cause you are beautiful inside. So lovely and I can’t see why I’d do anything without you. You are and when I’m not with you I know that...
I have “Livin’ on a Prayer” stuck in my head.
Gonna be painting and such for the next five...
No, but seriously. Oh, the life of an art major.
My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love...– Maya Angelou (via girlwithoutwings)
TOMS in the rain?
Not my best idea.
I think I may just curl up in bed and die this...
I know I just said this like, two days ago.
But I really miss my piano. So, so, so freaking much.
“As she falls, I try to catch her for one last touch of warmth from summer. As one thing leaves to become another again. I remember when. Oh, to be with summer again. I’m watching the green give into gold as summer becomes October’s cold.” — The Afters, Summer Again
Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to...– Lemony Snicket (via black-wolves)
I went to journal just now and the last entry was October 8th. I didn’t realize just how much had happened in the past couple weeks until I started going through moments in my mind and realized there was no way to cover it all and do it justice. I can’t even.
I miss playing piano so, so much.
That Spanish test went way better than it had any right to.
Halloween is my least favorite holiday.
I eat Skittles by color. Green, yellow, orange, purple, then red.
Mistake of the day: Listening to “Long Live” on the way back to campus.
Why yes, I would in fact love to have a cold this weekend. How did you know?
I really hate being cold.
That tragically, horribly awful moment when you...
<insert appropriate expletives here>
Frosted poptarts are kind of a weakness.
Pretty pumped for this performance tonight.
I'm thinking that Nestea at 9 o'clock probably...
Sore hands and bruised wrists.
Yep, I’ve been spinning sabre.
“I don’t need anymore broken heart. I’m tired of waiting for life to start. I just need a place to land. I wanna find myself again. Ready, set, I’m pushing through the door - running faster than I ever have before. So take this as my final stand. Come on and catch me if you can.” — Jess Moskaluke, Catch Me If You Can
We meet again.
Taking a break.
I’m never going to learn all of these dates. In other news, “Someone Like You” just came on Pandora. This song seriously follows me.
I’m a fairly light sleeper.
"I don't want to mess this thing up..."
For the First Time; The Script (Alex G & Jess...