March 2012
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February 2012
So stressed I’m shaking.
Was I under the impression that I was going to get laid tonight. Maybe. Am I slightly perturbed that I didn’t? I mean…a little.
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Going through an “I love my body/I hate my body” stage. I don’t compare myself to others anymore, that’s not what gets me. It’s all the talk of my guy friends, what they think is attractive in a girl, wondering what others are thinking- more than comparisons or reaching to be something/someone I am not.
Droppin’ followers like they hot.
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and now there is no toga party. -__- ALCOHOL COME QUICK.
“No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.”
– Haruki Murakami (via periferie)
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Man, maybe psychoanalysis is on to something. The love I get from my father does in some ways parallel the love I seek from men. I care for them unconditionally, when I want to be angry at them I can’t, I gloss over their flaws and accept them for the parts I love. Even when they screw me over and aren’t the best, I go with it. We accept the love we think we deserve.
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purrrrfect. →
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sexmusic:
can’t help falling in love // ingrid...
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April 12, 2011
fromthemoleskine:
The blonde in my hair is returning & the air is warming & thickening. All signs point to summer all signals up, up, increase, heightened like my sensitivity. My mind is buzzing with frivolous thoughts when can I make the worrying stop?
This is my very old moleskine, it has 2 pages left to it. I’ve had it since April of 2009 and it’s bursting at the seams...
Down in the Valley and doodles. I love sketching familiar faces.
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Shopping for people is hard.
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I want a cute boyfriend. Is that too much to ask for?
