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I could try to forget what you do when I let you get through to me, but then you'd do it over again.
You know how there are little things that whoever you're attracted to will do that just... does it for you? It could be something simple or something that could verge on being a fetish or a kink, but when someone attractive does it, it just makes you FEEL THINGS.
( That happened to me yesterday. ) -
random crap before I go back to writing.
Something that I posted on Tumblr a few weeks ago:
To thine own self be true.
Remember when there were metric tons of teen magazines that lined magazine racks? I was obsessed with them when I was twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Hell, I had a subscription to CosmoGirl until it went out of business-I'm not exactly proud of this fact, but what are you ( Read more... ) -
in which my subconcious hates me, and icky guys want me.
When I woke up around 8 this morning, I ended up answering a call from my grandma. Apparently she calls my mom to make sure that she doesn't oversleep--my mom is heavy sleeper, so you have to wake her up a couple of times and all. At any rate, I am convinced that this call explains the setting of one of the dreams I had after I went back to bed ( Read more... ) -
it's a marvelous night for a moondance.
I GOT AN A- ON MY FORMAL ANALYSIS OF LA BELLA. WHAT UP!
I'm taking Art and Gender this semester, and we had to go to view Titian's La Bella while it was on display at the Kimbell, and then write a formal analysis of the painting. I was stressing over the paper because it'd been forever since I'd had to write a Paper for a class. It's more or less ( Read more... ) -
Sunday night, feet falling asleep.
- This is quite possibly the most relaxed I've been on Sunday night in a while. My story is in, I got to watch the first part of Prohibition on PBS (I have liked Ken Burns documentaries since we watched parts of the Civil War one in fifth grade), and right now I am watching Pan Am and getting a cramp in my right leg ( Read more... ) -
it's the bitch of living, living in your head.
The problem with spending an epic amount of your young life documenting said life as it's happening is that for some reason you sometimes get a fierce urge to recount certain moments. I have these random bouts where I go and reread old journals and I come away feeling really odd ( Read more... ) -
dudes I shouldn't think about make me one sentence.
Someone needs to take Facebook away from me because it's making me want to drink. -
Tuesday night, seriously worn out.
I was in a constant stream of rushiness today. I went to my morning class, and after I got out of that I called my doctor's office to get an appointment so I could get to the bottom of this horrid death cough I've had for the past week and to get some other things checked out. I ran to the bank and the back to the doctor's office, where there was ( Read more... ) -
oh, give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him.
There is something particularly terrible about rejection, in that when it happens to you so often you come to expect nothing butCase in point: I kind of have a crush on one of the guys who works at the comic shop near my college. I've seen him a grand total of three times and today I stopped by and saw him actually come in to work. The time before ( Read more... )