August 2012
July 2012
People say Tumblr is a waste of time. I disagree. In 20 years, I'm going to be able to sit down with my husband, type in my old Tumblr URL and say, "Baby, this is who I was at 18. It's all the things that made me laugh, smile and cry. It's the recipes I wanted to try, the quotes that I abided by and believed in. It's all of the new things that I wanted to do someday. It's the struggles I made it through. It's the hurricane of 2011 and my letter to you about how I wish you were there. This is ME." So Tumblr? Not a waste of time. It's an investment in a memory. Because, tell me: Do you think you're going to remember all of the little things that make you tick now, then? You won't, I promise...But me? I will.
18 yes! :)
- when a girl wants to kiss you: she plays with her hair, looks down, fiddles with her fingers, and waits for you to make a move
- when a boy wants to kiss you: smiles nervously, tilts his head slightly, and waits for the right moment to make a move
- when people on the internet want to kiss you: i look at you from a distance, and start sobbing about how ugly i am and that i'll die with 80 cats, approximately
- when i want to kiss you: my tentacles thousandfold erupt with a mighty roar from my mouth cavity and surge towards you, engulfing your entire being. you try to scream but it is too late as you are dragged forcibly past my mandibles and swallowed whole. my appetite is sated. for now...