I know I’m rude sometimes and if I’m aware of what I’m doing, I genuinely feel bad. I try to apologize and if I don’t get the chance my conscious haunts me. Lately I feel as if everyone has been so bitter, especially today. It’s annoying me because I want everyone to be nice because they’re making me feel tense. The sad reality is; that’s just how it is.
I want a snowfall kind of love
How do I escape this distress?
Let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France.
Marry me, Michael Bublé?
I got this yesterday :) →
Happy I’m reminded I’m single and hopeless day!
Sorry tumblr, I need to rant and nobody’s listening. Today was a pretty good day overall, some bumps, but a pretty good one. Until about 9. It was my last day of work (sorta) and my whole family showed up, so that was nice. But this rude woman I work with kept controlling everything I was doing for them but its MY family. They would ask me to do something some way and she’d be like...
I can upload some photos soon, my friend has my memory card so I need to get that.
A King Has Died Today (R.I.P. Alexander McQueen)
betelgeuseee: wetheurban: “Provocative design icon Alexander McQueen, once known as the hooligan of English fashion, has died at the age of 40. A spokeswoman announced on Thursday that McQueen was found dead at his London home. “We don’t have any information in terms of circumstances,” said Samantha Garrett, McQueen’s communications director, although she revealed that the designer’s body...
a snow day much needed; it was a nice, surprising break. I got lunch with a friend, went sledding with a ton of people, crashed into some things and people, hung around, watched a cardboard box fight?, did some other things…. haha and when I was getting into my car I fell on my side and my friends were dying, I’m not gonna lie it was pretty funny. Now I have to go to work, it’s...
It’s supposed to be hard. If it wasn’t hard, everyone would do it. The hard is...– Jimmy Dugan, A League of Their Own
I'm obsesssed with this :) →
Haha alright so today in sociology a great question was brought up and I never really thought about it. I live in Michigan, which is overflowing with squirrels. So, where does all the squirrel poop go and why doesn’t anyone ever notice it?
Savor something special. Enjoy the best kept secret around; the everyday...– John R. Stilgoe
God died for stupid people.– Father Tony Ricard