August 2011
1 post
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Reblog if you want a Jenna Lives t shirt.
June 2011
1 post
January 2011
1 post
September 2010
1 post
April 2010
6 posts
March 2010
7 posts
ze lookbook of mien →
“oh you collect antique cameras?”
“yeah, i have a few so far”
“that’s cool.”
a week or so later:
“kelia look what i got!”
(she shows me a new antique camera she got for herself)
“that’s incredible.”
SHIT STOP COPYING ME WITH EVERYTHING
“i like indian patterns, designs, stuff like that.”
...
i liked the hurt locker and everything, but avatar was by far the best film of the year.
i think i’ve lost faith in the academy.
you’re a grown woman, you need to grow the hell up and stop acting like a teenager.
February 2010
15 posts
up out my face - mariah carey
mhm yes, this is...
i deserve to be happy all the time unburdened by...
you aren’t satisfied
because my wants
they don’t line up
with your wants
there’s nothing we can do to fix that
my hearts transforming in many ways
but in the general direction away from you
today was a great day until you ruined it.
you edit your pictures really nicely, but i cannot find any meaning in a majority of them. also, if you got a lookbook i would be sad because you’re just TOO indie for it, like everyone would realize how sucky their fashion is. i mean you’re SO INDIE especially when you join groups on flickr called “indie kids” cause you walk around downtown denver with tights under shorts....
January 2010
39 posts
i stare at the moon
then close my eyes
and it’s still there
unsatisfactory feelings are cruel, cruel, cruel.
im such a bitch when i’m hungry
it’s got to be under 60 degrees in here. the flourecent lights are too bright. the smooth jazz reminds me of my grandma, and she died four summers ago. the vanilla milkshake infront of me, with two straws, no longer looks appatizing. his lips were there, on that straw furthest away from me. I am
alone now. I am alone, in a booth at chick-fil-a. (i don’t even eat chicken). i feel alone....
ive been assigned to read a book for english. i started it last week, and getting through the first chapter was nearly suicide. the writing is so bland, boring. i can’t do it anymore. i can’t read it. teachers, do me a favor and assign works of art, assign beautifully written stories that are a constant joy to read, not this educational crap. if you want to produce a class full of free...
i wish there was a way flickr could notify you that your photo has been blogged on tumblr. that would be nice.