Amy, 17.
I've got a thousand different stories, but nothing to hold.
I'm a mere creative reflection of everyone I've ever met.
Have a look into the inner-workings of my mind, but be warned—it's crazy up in here.
Amy, 17.
I've got a thousand different stories, but nothing to hold.
I'm a mere creative reflection of everyone I've ever met.
Have a look into the inner-workings of my mind, but be warned—it's crazy up in here.
Moral of that movie, though. I’m surprised that I didn’t cry, to be honest. I’m usually just a huge bundle of emotion during these kinds of things.
(Source: perfectlywitty)
just finished this movie.
Man, I don’t know what point society’s attempting to drive with chick flicks, but one thing’s for sure: if you feel anything at the end, you most definitely feel single.
[assuming you’re watching one alone.]
cute, though.
(Source: xodajanaxo)
Marriage Proposal of the Day: The planning! The dorkiness! The tears!
So imperfect it’s perfect.
[thanks, rob!]
omg i cried
i’m sobbing like a baby right now
omg whyy I’m sobbing.
This has jumped to the top of my “cutest proposals” list. Oh man.
I WANT THIS!
This is too cute!
so beautifulll
this has literally rewritten my standards for men.
just spent who-knows-how-long beating someone up in Tetris.
What am I doing?…
This is my relationship with this kid.
no regrets.
I really do need to go do photo-related stuff soon though.
orangeflight replied to your post: one of many.
Just for the record, I’m kinda glad none of those things came to be, if it means I wouldn’t have met you
kill me. X_X this hands-down just made my night so much better. you’re quite literally the best, thank you.
“I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wondering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn’t. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.”
(Source: darkseids)
oh shoot. S’s going through old gmail stuff.
why
Currently, I am eating cookies shaped in the form of a birthday message to D and I. They’re written in Bebas Neue and Century Schoolbook.
It’s beautiful, and they taste incredible, and Michelle is pretty much the greatest person ever?!
Anyway.
I’m starting to realize that without some kind of purpose/intent in mind, my life just gets steadily more awkward. Like, I literally don’t know what to do with myself. Where to put my hands while photos are being taken. Where to stand. How to stand. How to stop tripping. Boundaries.
Augh.
Maybe it’s coming off of 3 hours of watching student-made films, several of which were incredibly thought-provoking/life-examining/on the depressing side.
Maybe I just worry too much.
Or maybe this is just cookie-induced thinking.
Regardless….I now have a headache, and should go edit photos. Or update my flickr. Or design certificates.
But I will probably end up doing none of these things.
#awkward
Oh, film fest was great though, truly enjoyable. Felt like I owed it to media tech, considering how many times I’ve awkwardly gone to ask Faulk if I could borrow his equipment for newspaper stuff.
And Interact’s final shindig was great as well, but I don’t want to write out my feelings on that just yet, either.
Geeeeez, how do I want closure, but want to keep running away from it all at the same time?! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER.
It’s the most surreal feeling in the universe, being done.
(Source: thatswhtjustnsaid)
