I wish this year will go by slowly.
I can’t handle this.
Ringing In The New Year With Arnold
Palmer that is.
I'll Make A Better Post Closer To Midnight
You know? I’m sick of seeing all the, “I hated 2011! I can’t wait until 2012! It’s going to be so much better!” Don’t wish your days away. Your year is what you make of it. We’ve all had our ups and downs this year. But we’ve made our days this year count. We’ve all lost people we’ve cared about, emotionally and physically. We’ve...
I’m missing some great concerts tonight. Company of Thieves in Chicago and River City Extension in Philly. Man. Oh well. Can’t have it all.
One of my resolutions: Become a vegetarian.
Skyrim. Officially on the bandwagon. Now if only I had an Xbox to play it on when I got home. Well… poop.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...– Neil Gaiman (via elige)
I am causing this turmoil.
I’m sorry to leave you, but I can’t wait to come back.
Amanda came to lunch. We used to play with paper dolls in her grandmother’s attic and we used to go on adventures behind her grandmother’s house. I kept looking at her. We’re both so different. I kept wondering where’d all the time go.
We’re having lunch with our old neighbors from Chesterton today. Time has taken its toll.
My Only Regret
I took in all that I could. I took you by the hand and we drove. We flew down the interstate and you blasted bad music, much to my protest. We sang along like idiots and smiled until our cheeks turned sore. We wound up in the town I spent about three years in, to one of the elementary schools I went to. The ground was covered in snow. We had a snowball fight. You were my first snowball fight. ...
We’re not even two people. Even before we met, we were just these two halves...– Sylvia (via jacquerose)
For the record, I am innocent. Those plans must wait.
I want the box.– Sydney on opening presents. She didn’t want the gift inside. She wanted the box.
No matter the time of year, the stars always shine for us.
THIS IS NOT A GOOD SONG!– Me on Devin’s choice of putting on the album 21st Century Breakdown.
With that look, he could have my world.
Shut up, Sasha!– Devin & I. The GPS wouldn’t be quiet.
Scenes From An Italian Restaurant
Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights.
West Lafayette SwagSwagSwag
I’m officially seeing Devin. Nothing can bring me down.
Our waiter gave us Red Hots because he thinks I’m hot. Duh.
Oh my goodness. Our waiter. Oh my goodness. Beautiful boy.
Nostalgia hits hard.
Playing I Spy in Ohio/Indiana is a waste of time. There are only so many ways you can disguise “cornfield” and “soy beans” and “silos” and “windmills.”
Guys. I hate Ohio.
And I’m flying through your mountainside, dying in your plane crash of love.
Speechless Part Deux
tentasix: Remember when I went to see Company of Thieves for free? June 4th, 2011. It was a good day. She’s so beautiful.
Fuck The 12 Hour Car Rides
Fuck all of them.
Don’t you see? I don’t exist.– Never Come Back: Company of Thieves
We’re just two of many fractions of a part.
My heart aches and I know why.
i think of it like a tree, because every tree is really two trees. there’s the...– esther (elsewhere)
That feeling in the pit of my stomach is back. Looking at you breaks the illusion that I created. The illusion I never intended to have.
My Faith In The Prophet Has Been Restored
We’re never going home.
Maybe I’m dreaming you. Maybe you’re dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each...
The face of a happy girl. My plans are coming through. It’s just the waiting game now. I hope his dad lets him visit me, even though the new plan was last minute (it’s not my fault we had a death in the family.) BUT we figured it out on my side, and come on, Mr. McAtee, get in the holiday spirit. I just want to see Devin. All I want to do. See him. Look at him. Take every feature of...
My family is eating at Isaac’s and our waitress’s name is Bernadette. All I can think of is… BERNADETTE PEOPLE ARE SEARCHING FOR THE KIND OF LOVE THAT WE POSSESSED. AND SOME GO ON SEARCHING THEIR WHOLE LIFE THROUGH AND NEVER FOUND THE LOVE I FOUND IN YOUUUUU.
Hays Christmas Party
Canceled. The wake is Wednesday and the funeral is Thursday. Only my dad is going out there, as far as we know. So the replanning begins. The dreadful replanning. The impossible replanning.
Let This All Work Out
Please. I’m begging.
I'm Fading Into The Background
I’m becoming white noise.
I Wish I Knew How
To break the spell.