HIATUS ALERT!

I don't know for how long, but I will not be using this blog. Instead, I have created one for college that I will be using at http://mycollegelifewvu.blogspot.com/.

Thanks!

♥
Me

Day twenty-four: cute video.

My little brother was helping clean my room. And this is what resulted.

Day twenty-one: another meme.

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Day twenty: my first meme.

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Day nineteen: my shirt came.

Well, actually, my shirt came on day eight. But, I was real busy for a while and wasn't able to get on here! So, here's a picture of it now.

Day eight: self-image.

Does anyone else know what it's like to be tired of yourself? To look at yourself and be bored and disdainful? Torturing yourself daily, afraid of yourself, just hoping things can only better from here?

Day seven: lotr lego.

I went to the mall and this is what I come back with. Again, I'm 18.

You just snickered and called me a virgin...you bastard!

Day seven: building a bear.

My first ever Build-a-Bear. Her name is Giggles! She was born at the Eastview Mall. My friend Carolynn took me. She makes noise and has my troop number on her vest!

Day six: placebo.

Love the suspense.

Day six: restless.

 

I feel stuck. Not like incapable, but more like at a loss. A loss for what to do next. I've had this feeling from in my throat down into my stomach, like I'm swallowing what I have to do, forgetting what I have to do, or never knew in the first place. It's like there is an action stuck on the tip of my tongue. And every night I go to sleep to this sky and a sinking feeling that won't go away.

Day five: goodnight music.

“Everything's a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. The frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thrush, too. And people. But never the same ones. Always coming in new, always growing and changing, and always moving on. That's the way it's supposed to be. That's the way it is.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

Day five: like breathing.

I sang this once. It means a lot to me. I wish more things were like breathing.

Day five: missing.

My friend's sister went missing on Thursday at 9pm. Her name is Brianna Casanova Stevenson and she is 14 years old. Her family hasn't heard from her since she went missing. They live in Rochester, NY.

Day five: today.

What the world looks like to me when there's nothing to do and I'm bored as hell.

Day five: being a gubloid.

Got my Gubemail! I was very excited.

Day four: grad party.

Throw your hats in the air! Because after today you have to be responsible and take your hats off forever.

Day three: drunk.

Therefore everything looks like this.

Day two: the gube.

Gublerland

A website belonging to the most under-appreciated and under-rated actor/director/artist/filmmaker/model/amazing person I've come across.

Day two: goodnight music.

"For me you'll always be 18."

You told me I would always be 16. Even though I was 12. Even though I'm 18 now.

Day two: drowning.

 

Sometimes I pretend I've drowned so I can experience the last thing I would see before it all went black. It isn't a dark thought. It's actually quite beautiful.

Day two: butterfly kisses.

Do you know what those are? Besides comforting, I mean.

Day two: the dark.

 

It frightens me.

I don't like to be in it.

I don't like to be a part of it.

I don't like when it follows me.

Day two: kissing in cars.

 

 Let's do it. 

Day two: wind chimes.

Simple and beautiful.

Day two: china.

 

I want to live here for a while, relax, write, and swim. Isolated and serene.

Day one: for an extra peek into my mind.

This is me. (Tumblr)

A story that I'm writing and some quotes and pictures that characterized me at certain moments in my life.

Day one: goodnight music.

And I will sleep and you will caress my soul like only music can do.

Day one: wishes.

They tell me wishes don't exist.

Day one: college.

This is where I'll be in about a month. Where I belong. <3

Day one: posing a question.

Do you ever find this place? Does it only exist in our minds? I want to make it here alive.

Day one: an original poem I just made up while looking at this picture.

I want to look up at this sky

With the "one and only" kind of guy

I want to smile under these stars

With someone who knows what's in my heart

I want to run under this dream

The lightning clashes so serene

I want to cry inside your arms

But only because I'm safe from harm

I want to trust and never lie

Enough so that "we" means you and I

I want to look up at this sky

When I do, I'll start to fly

As long as you are by my side

Day one: art.

I appreciate Matthew Gray Gubler's original style and admire his childish, fun-loving spirit.

Day one.

Today my background is clouds because that's where my head is at the moment. Always thinking, wondering, dreaming, wishing...about and for all sorts of things! It's like I'm not really here at the moment.