Forgive me Father, For I have sinned

Confession Time.

1.Most girls roll their eyes and make a disgusted snort noise when a car full of boys drives pasts hooting and holloring. How Dare They? We are not simply objects for them to shout their approval at!

I feel guilty for not feeling that way. I like it. I like boys who wolf whistle at me.....maybe it's my insecurity kicking in....

2. Copying is the highest form of flattery

You know what? I'd rather be insulted.

3. I download music illegally off the internet.

4. This song. This dance. Made me cry. 

5. This post has something to do with Nathan Gallagher

him: "You correct me all the time!"
me: "That's because you're wrong all the time..."

I'm gonna go photographing today. I'll let you know if I come up with anything interesting at all.

<3

M

10th day of summer

"Not all those who wander are lost."

-J.R.R. Tolkien

I never know what to title things, it seems unreliable

Based on (500) Days of Summer deleted scene quotes and Paramore lyrics I have come to a conclusion:

One day, I'm going to break my own heart.

 

 

Fill these spaces up with days

In my room

you can go you can stay

I can't sleep,

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

Now these years locked in my drawer

I'll open to see just to be sure

I can't sleep,

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

And So I'm reaching out for the one

And So I've learned the meaning of the sun

And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view

And watching it pull my own light as it tips a shade of you

Hold my wine hold it in

no bodys lost

but no body wins

And I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

And So I'm reaching out for the one

And So I've learned the meaning of the sun

And All this like a message to shift my point of view

I'm watching through my own light as it turns the shade of you

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I can't sleep

I can't speak to you

I went to farm chicks!!! woohoo. for those of you who don't know what that is...simply click on the nice link...or this one. I bought a wonderful little dress. It's vintage. It's delightful. It's right here:

I don't want to let him go, but love isn't about what I want. She will love him more. She will take care of him and cry when he's sick. She'll be the one to let him be free, and he'll be the one to always come back. They'll be best friends,  and their relationship will surpass what he and I once had by a lightyear. 

But it still hurts.

And I still hate to think about the good times we used to have.

But I have to accept the truth; 
 My cat loves Annabelle more than me.

Im in Washington

And he told me it was summer, and to stop writing.
And I bought a vintage dress that made me feel pretty.
And my clock is still in Utah time.
And she told me she jumped on bentley's tramoline and I was jealous.
And I still have time to facebook stalk.
And I took her phone, because she was texting too slow
And I drank too much tea.
And sometimes I wonder what exactly makes them so much better than us.
And I told him I was a writer, and that's what I do.