juin 2010
21 billets
“You know what’s dangerous about you? It’s not that you make people take risks, it’s that you make them want to impress you. You, you make it so that they don’t want to let you down. You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you’re around.”
—Rory (Dr. Who) (via angeldaze29) (via subtleyetsarcastic) (via myisland)
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”
—Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via violentcraving) (via subtleyetsarcastic) (via myisland)
Ecouter
Japanese Gum | Her Space Holiday
“When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers I kind of wanted to be a vampire.”
—Angelina Jolie (via hxcfairy) (via indamonspants)
mai 2010
54 billets
: I remember when I was younger →
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I had this whole issue about judging people by their age and how it’s wrong, but then as I grew older and able to see myself in younger teenagers I understood why there is that judgement.
I was clouded by that mess of youthful innocence. Time was limitless. All that mattered was how I looked that…
I like this :)
But I think that sometimes, we need to keep in mind that a handful of people in the world are beyond their years in wisdom and maturity. They’re rare, but those are the ones who “age is just a number” actually applies to.
Anyways, “mess of youthful innocence” is such a pretty phrase! Like “a great and terrible beauty” and “the sweet far thing,” which are spectacular books, by the way(:
oh isn't he fine. ;)
“Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.”
—Sylvia Plath (via lostinthesounds) (via lajoiedevivre) (via chaotique)
“Don’t be fooled by my girl jeans, man. It’s just me showing love to the ladies. You know what I mean? It means that I like you so much that I’m gonna wear your clothing. I saw some moms back there like ‘what the fuck is he talking about?’ I love your daughters, sorry.” - John O’Callaghan
(via jobemontgomery)
(via joshwithenshaw)
ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT
ANYONE ELSE WANT TO LEAVE?
ok I’m sorry. couldn’t resist. click here for the source and/or if you don’t get it hahah
“People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.”
—Joseph F. Newton (via kari-shma)
Long story short:
- Met this guy at Albertsons
- He was hot
- And he was also 5 years older than me, but I lied. So to him, I was 3 years younger
- I went over to his house where he made us pizza
- Never heard from him again
That Friday, I found his address (internet “research” skills) and wrote him a letter, which I brought to his house, but the main gate guard wouldn’t let me in.
A week later, I sent this guy a letter, asking him to contact me.
I never got a text/call/etc. so I went and found him on facebook and added him.
A few more weeks later, I get a text from an unrecognized number: “hello :)”
and I told them: “well i don’t know who this is, but i hope you’re having a nice day(:”
the response: “thank you and you too.”
I asked the anonymous person (a couple of times) who he/she was, but to no avail. So instead I texted that number from three of my friends’ phones asking who it was. And then he/she got creeped out and stopped replying.
Another few weeks later on facebook:
R.Raad: hi
Me: hey(:
-blahblahblahblahconversationblahblah-
Me: so by the way, did you get my letter?
R.Raad: ya i found it like two weeks ago
R.Raad: i texted you..
Me: never got that
R.Raad: haha you did
R.Raad: but i didn’t tell you who it was..
-at that point, i was just thinking oh shit-
R.Raad: and then you insisted on texting me the next day from multiple numbers i believe
-FUCK-
Me: oh sorry about that. i thought it was one of my friends so i decided to try and piss them off. hahah
-note that it was nervous laughter-
R.Raad: so that kinda made me feel that it wasn’t necessary to let you know who it was
Me: explain the reasoning behind that
R.Raad: well i was briefly overwhelmed, and i knew who it was, and i was like ‘f u’ basically
Me: it was only 3 numbers! but i’m sorry.
And this awkwardness is a norm for me.
"A hot lifeguard is like a Kleenex – use once and throw away!" -Blair Waldorf
I was really excited today when I pulled up to the clubhouse with the “Lifeguard on Duty” sign hanging from the gate, but upon walking out onto the pool deck, there was this little boy wearing red swimming trunks, sitting where the lifeguard should’ve been. Turns out he was sixteen, but still. Okay maybe I’m just a little bitter because he had skinnier legs than me. Whatever.
An hour or so later, we were all drowsily lounging around, looking about us and wondering if there was anything else to do. I glanced at the lifeguard for inspiration.
- Dipped a strawberry in chocolate,
- put it on a small paper plate,
- wrote my phone number in chocolate on the edge of the plate.
- It was a masterpiece.
As I handed him the plate with a look of “sexual implication” (but it probably just looked incredibly creepy) and walked away, he looked after me with the most puzzled expression on his face. The lifeguard child sat perplexedly in his lifeguard chair for a few seconds, then ate the strawberry and kept the plate.
I told him afterward that it was just a joke, so he wouldn’t actually try to call me.
So yes, Blair is right. And even if the lifeguard isn’t hot, he’s still worth some fun.
Fuck Yeah Love!: Three years. →
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I was in love with you from afar for an entire two. I never told you. You didn’t know. You didn’t notice me. I was only in one class of yours, and I was invisible. Everytime I walked past the basketball court, I would watch you play, with droplets of sweat on your face. You were smart, funny,…
that last paragraph was painful to read. nostalgic.
“I imagined brilliant people disappeared into some secret place where good ideas floated around like leaves in autumn. And I hoped, at least once, you would take me there with you.”
—FINDING NEVERLAND (via sunbathingspot) (via fuckyeahpeterpan) (via stardustinmyhead)
Quotes from the neighbors' party. Yes, I can hear them from my room (houses near the beach are very close to each other, and they're on their balcony).
“‘Cause when two chicks get together, you get a dyke.”
“Ahh fuck. Where does the table go?”
“Here. I’ll hold it.”
“It’s my birthday, broseph.”
“It’s on fire!!! Put it out!”
“Oh I thought you were trying to take a nap.”
“He said he didn’t get an invite…WHAT!?”
“Have less kids and more fun.”
“Oh look at that thing! It’s evil!”
“I don’t know if you guys know this, but I am a scout right now, tryin’ to get my badge.”
“And as troop leader, I’m tellin’ you to step it up, man.”
“I’m gonna go get some marshmallows.”
“N-n-no! You can’t touch that or you won’t get your badge.”
“Ohhh double whammy! BAM BAM! Double drinks AND double s’mores!!”
“WHERE is this cardigan!?” “Don’t worry, I’m bringing it back!” “YES! I have to bone you later.”
“what’s a schmushsmoreshie?” “schushsmoreshie…” “…schushsmoreshie”
My back door is now closed so I can continue studying. Shit. I wish I lived their life! Rich, pretty girls who get to party that much!? Maybe someday.
- 1: Hey, how old are you?
- 2: Thirty-one.
- 1: Yeeeah! Thirty-one flavours of fun RIGHT HERE!
