This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire...– Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
finding-ani: Expectations: Reality: INCEPTION LOL, oh gaaaahd… dying.
Choices. Decisions. Options.
Too many. Don’t know what to do. Don’t know what to think. I am exhausted mentally, physically, emotionally, everything. And I feel like I’m going to throw up.
I think.. I need a new tumblr.
Like right now.
PIVOT.. PIVOT.. PIV-OT.
<3 icantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwaiticantwait (:
Back at Penn State.
Back at home.
I feel like I just woke up from a dream.
Which I kind of did, but I know what I mean and that’s all that matters LOL. TIme to go back to PSU and study/get work done. Stuff I have to do: LAUNDRY Organize Clothing Sleep Sleep Sleep Study Sleep Studystudystudy I CANT WAIT.
You're the cutest ever.
And I never want to stop talking to you. ldkjfalkdfjads <3
Why do I enjoy talking to you so much?
2 hours feels like 2 minutes.
You know what would make me feel 10000000x better...
Hot chocolate, fire, comfy blanket, good movie, someone to cuddle with. Yes.
Waking up to texts from you, and talking until we...
I refuse to go to fucking rutgers.
I would rather jump off a fucking building and then jump in front of a moving train than go to rutgers.
I know you only want what's best for me.
But seriously, threatening me is not the way to do it. You’re just stressing me out and I really don’t need any of it.
Going back to PSU tomorrow?
I guess so.
Weirdest feeling ever.
aldksjfalkfjasdkfj. What’s going on? Seriously. I’m so confused. I. Need. To. Stop. This. Madness. NOW. //help me..
Black friday was awesome (:
I bought: 2 bras (maidenform) 7 undies (aerie) wallet (some leather store) beanie (some leather store.. the beanie isn’t leather though LOL) shirt (lucky brand jeans) sneakers (Nike) I am satisfied.