Living the Life

Pretty face, pretty blog. :]

Thu, 16 May 2013 00:03:00 -0400

Thank you! :) I’m enjoying your face and blog as well!

Soulmate

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:13:51 -0400

I am looking for my soulmate.

I know he’s out there somewhere.

When we first meet, I’ll be held captive

Not only by his seemingly effortless hair and beautiful eyes

But by his charming personality and intelligence.

To get to know each other, he’ll make me a mix of “the best songs ever”

And I’ll give him one of songs I play constantly.

One day we’ll drive everywhere, playing them,

Talking about our song choices and loving every second of it.

I can see us hanging out late at night,

Telling stories we’d swore we’d keep locked away.

He’d hold me when I cried over an old memory

And swear that he’d protect me from anything bad.

Later on he’d see me in a play,

And I’d support his artistic achievements,

And somewhere along the way,

We’d realize how in love we were with every detail of each other.

We’d find a way to fix things

When times got rough.

I’m searching for my other half.

I know he’s out there somewhere.

If you see him, let him know.

Carey Mulligan as Daisy Buchanan for Baz Luhrmann’s “The Great...

Wed, 15 May 2013 22:03:32 -0400

Carey Mulligan as Daisy Buchanan for Baz Luhrmann’s “The Great Gatsby”, photographed by Hugh Stewart.

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worldaccordingtofangirls: i am so jealous of europeans three hours of travel and they’re in a whole...

Sat, 11 May 2013 21:42:59 -0400

worldaccordingtofangirls:

i am so jealous of europeans

three hours of travel and they’re in a whole different country, a whole different culture like seriously

three hours of travel and i’m in another town that’s just like mine

except three hours away

Waiting for Cynder

Wed, 08 May 2013 19:26:00 -0400

I am waiting.

Waiting to hear her footsteps.

Waiting to see her appear from around the corner, and waiting to see her curl up on the carpet in front of the TV.

Waiting for her to get up and walk over to us,

Waiting for her to lean on us as we pet her,

Waiting for her to shove her nose at us so we would keep petting her.

I am waiting.

Waiting to walk through the door,

Waiting for her to sprint to me,

Waiting to hug her and rub her ears as she licked me hello and squealed in excitement.

But none of this will happen.

Not anymore.

And with each passing minute, I feel my heart breaking more and more
As the thought of her runs through my mind.

Cynder

Wed, 08 May 2013 19:24:04 -0400

I am woken up in the early hours of the morning by the sound of my dog upstairs.

My dad shoos her downstairs and I drift off to sleep again

But I wake up a few hours later by my mom telling me that my dog is at the ER.

“Her hearts is having problems. She can’t breathe well.”

These words don’t reach me until I wake up two hours later, frantically scrambling to get clothes on and grab my bag,

Not even worrying about breakfast.

My brother drives me and we run into the vet’s, rushing to see her.

I can’t help but let the tears fall as I stroke her head,

Wondering if this is her time.

It isn’t.

She fights and is winning, but the battle isn’t over.

She is still struggling,

Gasping for air.

But I know she can do it.

She’s had an entire chocolate bunny, which should have killed her.

She’s eaten her own bed, which could have killed her.

But her heart is strong and her spirit unbreakable

And nothing will stop her from fighting for her life.

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livia-carica: Reblog if you’re currently writing a novel, even if it’s only in your head or...

Mon, 06 May 2013 00:23:48 -0400

livia-carica:

Reblog if you’re currently writing a novel, even if it’s only in your head or scribbled in the back of a notebook somewhere.

Think about how many books don’t exist yet.

imgonnariverdance: phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess: castielyousonofabitch: villainihavedonethymother:...

Wed, 01 May 2013 16:33:21 -0400

imgonnariverdance:

phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

castielyousonofabitch:

villainihavedonethymother:

crateshya:

darknephilim:

thesickestjokes:

Turquoise is the best colour in the world.

It’s cyantifically proven.

you fucking didnt

COLOR

PUNS

That just blue me away.

I know I’ve red this somewhere before.

Orange you glad it was a tasteful pun, at least?

Yeah I guess you’re white about that

Finals (Spring Edition)

Wed, 01 May 2013 16:30:00 -0400

Spring fever has begun!

Classes are ending, tests are commencing,

And every college student is procrastinating

Because the beautiful weather has come

And who wants to write an essay when you can lay out in the sun?

I can hear my conscious screaming at me

To focus and work hard to get that A

But another part of me says no,

That I can procrastinate a little bit longer

And finish rereading The Great Gatsby.

I sit in the shade of a tree, listening to music and reading,

Giving myself some time off to relieve the stress

Which I know will only go away after they’re over.

But soon my free time is over

And it’s time to do more work

More studying

More memorizing

And I am stuck indoors yet again,

Resisting the urge to sit under that tree,

Wasting time that I don’t have.

I walk outside into spring. Warm air wraps itself around my legs As I skip around, almost...

Wed, 01 May 2013 16:23:04 -0400

I walk outside into spring.

Warm air wraps itself around my legs

As I skip around, almost dancing,

Happy to see the sunshine again.

A breeze blows my hair around in a playful manner

And I settle down in the shade of a flowering tree

With a new novel and an appetite for knowledge.

I will have an adventure inside my head

As I bathe in the warmth that spring has given me.

Today I will start my life over in a new land.

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amajor7: accessories include extra-large coffees and handfuls...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 23:23:59 -0400

amajor7:

accessories include extra-large coffees and handfuls of unorganized notes and sketches

gods-nipples: i don’t use punctuation i use punktuation

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 23:23:48 -0400

gods-nipples:

i don’t use punctuation

i use punktuation

I just want to be on my own for once. Without you coming with me. Yes, we are friends, but you are...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 23:23:18 -0400

I just want to be on my own for once. Without you coming with me. Yes, we are friends, but you are around me waaaaaaay too much. And NOW you are beginning to step over the line.

I am so pumped to see The Great Gatsby. So pumped, I want to dress up for the midnight premiere and I’m rereading the book. And then you decide, “oh! I’ll come too. And I’ll invite everyone and their mother to come along with us so we can make a group of all the characters.”

NO.

For one, I wanted this to be a treat for after finals. I want to get away from you enough as it is. This isn’t cool. And you’d probably be talking through it the entire time, or laughing every five minutes even though nothing’s funny.

Please, PLEASE stop. PLEASE forget, somehow. Or be busy that day. Something. Please.

riddle-my-hiddles: tardisparadox: thestarsgowaltzingout:emilyte...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 00:16:29 -0400

riddle-my-hiddles:

tardisparadox:

thestarsgowaltzingout:emilytea10:invisiblecashews:

Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.

1912 to 1922.

The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.

He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.

#and he still ends up dead floating in the water

holy shit

And then, at the beginning of Inception, he starts out washed up on a shore.

still no oscar