December 2010
50 posts
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sometimes
When there is something big, changing, scary, or exciting up ahead. You just can’t get yourself to sleep.
some of my favorite questions to ask
These are my favorite questions to ask people. If you’re following along you should answer them!
1.What is your favorite part of the human body?
((Mine is the little indent above the top lip))
2. What is one of your favorite childhood memories?
((Mine is my Grandma’s house in sweden))
3. What was the greatest compliment you’ve ever recieved?
((can’t remember at the...
Walking around with a secret strapped to you.
Once it’s gone.
People will notice.
Once they notice.
Will they care?
Two major summer goals
Both will be life changing but the question is…
if I have to choose one, which will it be?
2 Homes
matthewbrianyu:
Isn’t it interesting to see who you choose to keep in touch with while you’re either at school or home? Is this a good way to gauge how much you value each friendship? Who knows—I’m just hangin’ out.
stumble
Alyssa "Stumble upon thinks I'm a crazy cat lady"
Tricia " Stumble upon knows I'm a crazy cat lady"
Appreciative
sorry for the excess posts.
sometimes I binge on Tumblr…
anyway, i just wanted to take note on how important it is to appreciate things every once in awhile. Take scissors, for instance. Hardly a day goes by that I don’t use scissors. So, thank your scissors for the great job they’re doing. God bless the scissor. Keep up the good work.
Unfortunate
How am I supposed to explore the world when I’m just so tired?
The english teacher species
Why yes, English teachers are their own species. Didn’t you know?
They’ve always been my favorite. A little more insightful. A little more daring in their lesson plans. A little more enthusiastic. A little more deep. A little more caring. and A lot more well spoken. If their stories aren’t 10 times better than your average person’s, then they at least hide it really well...
a reminder why i love her
theidiosyncrasy:
I spend 99% of my life thinking about the cinematic things that could be but usually aren’t. My real life is an anticlimactic indie comedy. My fantasy life is a critically acclaimed, action packed romance. I must add, both have killer soundtracks.
My own two hands
^that is how I will refer to anything I make with muh own two hands.
I love and appreciate so many other artist’s works, but now I’ll post my own!
Here we go
Oy
One day I'll work up the courage to confront you...
It happens as soon as I walk past the Northern boundary of the Carrier Dome. My heart beats faster and I move to keep up with it. My head scans across the quad and suddenly every boy about 5’6” with brown hair becomes you. When a bus passes I still find stomach dropping as I peer for your now not-so-familiar face.
But it isn’t ever you. The heart dropping nerves I get when I...
Esf Grinch
The e-mail we received today, hah
All,This message is intended for the six individuals that appropriated the ESF Christmas Tree from the patio in front of Moon Library early last Saturday morning. Unlike Whoville, ESF has a sophisticated surveillance system. Cindy Lou Who was not present but our eyes in the sky were. Here’s what we know; the hooligans approached from the Gate H area of the...
I'm guilty →
I think I have decided
that I absolutely, positively, most definitely, (once I’m practiced, and have {hopefully} passed studio) want to be a professor one day.
And then you realize
just how much time manages to change things.
I’ll expand upon this in the morning when I can keep my eyes open.
Hypothesis No.7
IF I give people a chance THEN they may just surprise me
Hypothesis No.6
IF I were less high strung THEN i wouldn’t be so wildly determined.
Hypothesis No.5
IF I cared less about my career and school work THEN I wouldn’t be so high strung
Almost nothing worse then seeing those you love not get what they want.
I like morning breath, it just means you didn’t leave me in the night
– Ya’know
At least I know I'm loved
Rather unfortunate for those who thought I went missing yesterday. Thanks for looking for me! But I’m alive and well.
Big Fish
JENNY: No, it’s logical if you think like your father. See, to him, there’s only two women: your mother and everyone else.
WILL: You didn’t become crazy.
JENNY: Well, therapy. And one day I realized I was in love with a man who could never love me back. I was living in a fairy tale. People aren’t like they are in stories. They hurt each other without meaning to. They are kind and unbelievably cruel at the same moment. Like me, now.