Okay, I’m going to need a lot of courage. I’m going to need shitlaods of courage to break the news to my dad when he comes home today. my heart is about to explode omg.
I really hate talking to my sister about college. 90% of the time, she has no idea what I’m on about because we are just too different people with two different ideas of happiness.
I think the worst part of all this is that I haven’t been to any of the campuses, so I have no idea what the atmosphere will be like. I mean, I have some sort of idea about each one but I really can’t tell unless I’ve been there, you know? Chicago just seems to be calling my name a lot louder than San Antonio.
so much joy it hurts: The Mail Order Bride... →
kathleenjoy: Mother he is A gentleman of honor he is A builder of ships My hands have gone Coarse, upholstered in Orchard, mending, churn My corset has Collapsed, spider heap I freckle, I lengthen, I watch Other wives, the sweep Of their skirts, their flocking I am compassless, astir, A map trembling Mother I’ve grown Taller I’ve let down my hems I am fruit-stained Mornings, my harvest: golden...
omg my dad still hasn’t sent in the bank statements to Trinity. I can still go to DePaul if I want to. Omg. What am I going to do? I wanna go to Chicago so badly but I know my dad will get really angry since this is the third time I’ve changed my mind about all this. fuck, I don’t know.
Now, I felt I had to go through our past plans about our future and undo it all....– Elissa Bassist, “The Never-to-Be Bride” (via leopoldgursky)
ahgd: you wouldn’t think that the absence of feeling would feel like anything, but it does
I love it when I see people I know blogging away on tumblr. It makes me feel better to know I’m not the only one procrastinating like fuck.
I want to wear shitloads of make up and a black dress and then go out and kiss a lot of people on their cheeks and sometimes even on the mouth. then I’ll come home and have myself a drink and a cigarette, then sleep for a few days.
I wonder what the world was like before mirrors.
me: But seriously what's this obsession with languages?
me: No, I'm not making fun of you. I'm actually curious. Why do you want to speak so many languages?
him: Because communication is the only thing that connects people, and the only way to REALLY communicate with someone is to know their language, and I want to be able to connect to everyone. I don't want language to be a barrier, or rather, an excuse for me not being able to get to know people.
me: I think I might be in love with you today.
I’ve decided to be 18 forever.