A picture of the thing I love the most.
Not MY brain specifically, but more the fact that we all have them, and that we can think and process and formulate by ourselves. It’s a fantastic thing, really, when you step back and think about it.
1. Human interaction.
2. Laughing. It’s hard to go a day without laughing, and trust me, I’ve made it a few days, and it SUCKS.
3. Starbucks. At least once a week. Wonder where all my money goes? I could practically own the company by now.
4. Music. No need to say anything else there.
5. I would say Facebook, but it’s really just the connections it brings.
6. Hope. Can’t live without hope.
7 things I have in my bed? I don’t have much in my bed…
1. Me, of course.
2. Blankets.
3. Sheets.
4. A comforter.
5. Two pillows.
6. Stray socks.
7. A small pillow with an elephant on it that my best friend made for me by hand.
And you know what? Love is crazy and stupid. Love is fucked up. Love is terrifying.
I’m scared shitless by the chance that maybe, just maybe, I’ll get the opportunity to fall hopelessly in love with someone someday.
But let’s be honest here, I’m not going to age well. In 5 years, when I haven’t grown the hell up and decided who exactly I am and gotten my life on track, people aren’t going to want what I am at the end of the day, which is a lazy and immature little girl who isn’t even that attractive. Goddammit.
So yeah, let’s watch fucking perfect Emma Stone who’s all messed up over not finding the perfect guy actually find the perfect guy like four seconds later in the form of demigod, mysterious, and ridiculously attractive Ryan Gosling. This seems logical.
Why fill our heads with this shit? So when I go to bed tonight, I dream of a fucking gorgeous guy seeing me and instantly falling in love because that’s just how fate works and I’m perfect and all he’s ever wanted and blah blah blah.
Fuck I’m tired of this shit.
Odds are I’ll end up a fat crazy cat lady who just sits in her dark, over-heated apartment and sings to herself all day. And isn’t that just something to look forward to?
I shouldn’t be complaining because when I fall, I fall hard and fast, and damn if it isn’t the most amazing feeling.
fuckyeahmannschaft
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1. I’m terrible at every sport ever invented by man.
2. I can’t cook anything exciting.
3. Once I find a new song I like, I just listen to it over and over again without stopping.
4. I look ugly in the morning.
5. Sometimes I cry when I listen to music
6. My wardrobe isn’t particularly exciting or up-to-date, and since I’m perpetually broke, I can’t really fix that.
7. I actually turn into Satan if you wake me up when I don’t want to be awake.
8. I can’t wear hats.
For the first time in a looooong time. Woke up shaking and crying and every time I went back to sleep, the dream came back.
That shit was terrifying.
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Well, this is a bit of an odd day, but here goes:
1. I make the best homemade Rice Krispies Treats you will ever taste in your life.
2. I use strange noises as adjectives when I tell stories.
3. I don’t ever necessarily smell bad…more like, people frequently tell me I smell good.
4. I can play Levels by Avicii on the bassoon.
5. I can cross my eyes.
6. I like going out a doing pretty much anything and trying new things, even if I hem and haw about going. I like experiencing the world, so you can drag me anywhere and put me in any situation and I’ll be fine.
7. I like people, in both a creepy way and a normal way.
8. I know how to make scrambled eggs.
9. I have all 10 fingers and 10 toes.
So love me.
In chronological order:
1. Get decent grades in all my classes.
2. Make it alive to Germany.
3. Have a fantastic time in Germany and see all the friends I want to see.
4. Not get shot in France.
5. Make it alive to Norway.
6. Have the best time ever in Norway.
7. Learn how to legitimately ski.
8. Become fluent-ish in German and Norwegian.
9. Make a lot of friends.
10. Become mentally sound.
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.”
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Day 12—Post a picture of you smiling.
Well, I look like shit and am not in a very smiley mood, so there you.
Ey!
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