February 2012
84 posts
I love that look you get on your face sometimes. I always have. It’s my favorite one on you. I can picture it right now. Watching that look form on your face mixed with the most perfect words…that image, that night and it’s warmth will never leave me. It is permanently on the inside of my eyelids.
I feel broken.
There’s a new Motion City Soundtrack album coming out in June. Holy mother of god. Countdown starts now.
“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do...”
– Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via youjustyou)
I love what I see when I close my eyes. I love what I see when I open them.
Happy birthday to the one and only haleyhurricane! →
adam207:
My little sister is finally growing up. Stoked to see you tomorrow dude!
I forgot this was up. Miss you already, kid!
Tonight is essentially
adam207:
A reunion of The Sopohomore Beatdown, Jess, Haley, hopefully Sarah and her little, Jonesy and Kilo. I’m just going to apologize to my liver now. Sorry dude, my bad. I looked up this evening in the dictionary…and found under “fucking awesome”. (If you don’t believe me, look it up in the Miriam Webster and look for the handwritten definition, I wrote it in green)
Last night was...
Can’t even begin to describe the perfect mood the past few days have put me in.
Last night I went to a karaoke bar with almost my entire extended family.
It was hilarious and I got to see things I probably never would’ve seen otherwise.
I have the best family in the whole world. This birthday wins.
Now…relax all day and tonight, PORTLAND!
Good morning. Happy birthday to me. Last night was so much fun. I hate drinking. But I am a happy girl this morning.
I am thoroughly convinced that today is going to absolutely kick ass from start to finish. Hell, this whole weekend is going to be beyond perfect. Let it begin.
What a spectacularly great night.
I hope you realize that you haven’t earned the chance you’re getting. You’d better count yourself lucky. You were gone when it mattered most, you caused something awful. If I had been in your position, I would never have left. I’d never, ever leave. If this works out in your favor, you had better do it right this time. You had better work your ass off and you had better...
“I tell you, the more I think, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly...”
– Vincent van Gogh (via blua)
