January 2011
47 posts
ermmm...this is awkward
not that I don’t appreciate it or anything…but, http://yamato45.tumblr.com/….could you please stop following me….I’m not going to follow you back anyway…..and I didn’t enjoy seeing that….body part on your blog D:> sorry…
sorry to make this public…but i couldn’t find your ask box….
“There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.”
– William Butler Yeats (via kari-shma)
Smiles
It’s strange, but normally the first thing I will notice about a person is their smile. (if of course, they are even smiling) It’s not really something that stands out in my mind when i meet them..but more that, when I go back and try to remember them, one of the first things about them I recall is their smile. Some people have crooked smiles, some are nice, some scare me, some are...
Irreality
In philosophy, we were discussing how you don’t know what’s real or not. For all we know, we are all floating brains in jars, attached wires sending us images and senses we take as real. For all you know, i’m one of those images conjured up by a super computer. How can we really determine what is real.
Dispite my brother’s easy solution which includes getting a...
Its so sad to see all the paper girls. But every time I see them, I fear I’m like them. So I always check to make sure I’m at least made out of plastic.
arg
i really need to stop thinking that 5:00pm = “pfftt, I’ve got plenty of time to finish my homework!”
because that’s not really working out well…not well at all…..
because then I get this false sense of security and i procrastinate. a lot. and one minute of “relaxing” turns to one hour. and that hour turns to two..and then three…
and...
best story ever
(Disclaimer: All characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons is coincidental and not intended by the author.)
once upon a time there was a pink fluffy unicorn named Shelby who lived in an underground city and spent her days writing poetry and dancing on rainbows. One day, while she was prancing happily on a rainbow, she slipped and feel...
help?
anyone what to give me something to write about? please?
dreammmm
I was walking with my whole class down from some kind of activity and into this huge ornate theater. The hall in the theater was huge and the ceiling was so high. On the walls were pictures and paintings of people. As we passed one painting of a woman, her eyes big like she was glaring at us. I whispered to the person next to me and said, “I hate that woman.”
We continued down the hall and...
real life super hero? whhhatt? →
oh my god. This is legit!
Wally: “When our moment comes we’ll take him down!”
Barry: “Because when you’re a Flash, a moment is all you need.”
gahhhh <3 i love this.
hehehe, i guess i’m not studying for finals! :T
You’re all turning into paper. Paper girls with paper lives. One day I’m going to fly away from here and I’m not going to look back. At least that’s what I’ll tell myself. But before I reach the stars I know I’m going to give a quick glance over my shoulder. I’ll see the waves rolling and all the paper scattering in the wind. Then I’ll smile,...
“I couldn’t help but think about school and everything else ending. I...”
– ‘Quentin’ (Paper Towns by John Green)
Paper Towns
I just finished reading the book Paper towns about two minutes ago. That’s all I’ve been doing for the past few hours. Reading. I couldn’t put the book down, even when my brother offered to relinquish the television for one of my favorite shows. It was just so engaging. John Green, the author…geez. I never really had a writer to look up to before. I never really had...
2011!!
I remember walking through the parking lot at Costco when I was about five. Holding my moms hand and asking her for the millionth time how long it would be before I grew up. She gave me the same answer she always did which was something along the lines of: eventually. And I remember walking through the Costco parking lot with the idea slowly bubbling into my head that time was some kind of...