you are my cup of tea
summer is sweet and sometimes it smells like ripening exotic fruits and honey and apricot pies. and when im sitting in the backyard the scented cool breezes come drifting through and as i close my eyes and tilt my head back it runs throughout my loose clothes and dances upon my skin like tiny fingertips. my last days of school have been spent shuffling in and out of the darkroom making mediocre prints but moving softly to the cure and then mirah when im sitting out in the backyard with iced coffees and crafts and a novel and the summers sun beaming down on me.
so, yes, those four years of high school are over and done with and i dont know what to think, i'll miss a lot but then again i'll be happy that i'm leaving a lot behind more. i'm getting tired of people and the idea that they think that they are on top of this world and don't realize how terrible they really are. even if i let them know how much they hurt me they don't even want to begin to understand because nobody wants to think that they are the bad person. i dont know what to do next year but if i take another semester it will be somewhere else where i can go downtown after school and drink sweet teas and watch movies for three dollars and i'll study fashion and maybe i'll do the photography thing again. funny thing about this year was the fact that i don't know if i want to really write anymore, i mean i like it, but studying it and making it a career for myself well i don't know about that. i'm always stuck in my own words with the same old ideas but reworded and im bored with myself. i don't know what to do.
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okay i cant find the image but it's i like it like that by claire calman.
so, yes, those four years of high school are over and done with and i dont know what to think, i'll miss a lot but then again i'll be happy that i'm leaving a lot behind more. i'm getting tired of people and the idea that they think that they are on top of this world and don't realize how terrible they really are. even if i let them know how much they hurt me they don't even want to begin to understand because nobody wants to think that they are the bad person. i dont know what to do next year but if i take another semester it will be somewhere else where i can go downtown after school and drink sweet teas and watch movies for three dollars and i'll study fashion and maybe i'll do the photography thing again. funny thing about this year was the fact that i don't know if i want to really write anymore, i mean i like it, but studying it and making it a career for myself well i don't know about that. i'm always stuck in my own words with the same old ideas but reworded and im bored with myself. i don't know what to do.
what does your desktop look like right?:
what are the three albums you have been listening to the most lately?:
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what did you last eat?:
and drink?:
what is the last movie you saw in the theatres?:
favourite tv shows?:
&
favourite movies?:
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male celebrities you dig?:
female celebrities you dig?:
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people say you look like?:
i don't think i look like anyone.
but, really... you look like?:
the last thing you spent money on?:
what do you want for dinner?:
what book are you currently reading?:
okay i cant find the image but it's i like it like that by claire calman.