Sorry for being so quiet, guys. The last three weeks of this semester are horrid.

School, school, and school. 

Wah. 

Took on a physical journal.

Because stalkers gon’ stalk and they can’t let life go.

I’m liking this physical journal, though. 

And the best part is that your eyes will never see it, and I won’t have to listen to the whining and crying and conceitedness that you think all of my posts are about you or people you know. Or situations that involve you. When really, there’s only been one. 

Sorry not sorry, other than the fact that my blog will be less personal. 

And that’s what I think love is. When your hindsight’s twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn’t change a thing.
- Jodi Picoult, The Pact  (via drewine)

(Source: fleuke, via fleuke)


When I go to a concert
  • During: THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE
  • After: I'll never be happy again.
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