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Loves:

-reading and writing
-Nutella
-Ramen Noodles, Fries, Ice Cream (Very Rocky Road), Chocolates
-the color blue
-anime
-Jason Mraz, Death Cab For Cutie and All Time Low, The Used and Making April
-her 5-year old guitar
-her wacky younger siblings
-her 'violent' but loving friends *chuckles*
-tea

Personality:

-lacks organization skills
-somewhat psychotic (but is totally harmless) *winkwink*
-intuitive
-gets instantly curious
-hopeless romantic...kind of
-forgetful

Used To:
-play Super Mario with her younger brother
-want to be a doctor
-write for a school paper
-like Katy Perry
- watch Futurama

More About Me:

- talks to ants and other insects
-talks to inanimate objects such as rocks, spoons and forks
-plans to conquer the world by spreading so much cuteness
-is EBIL
-believes that clouds can dance

Yes. You couldn’t have said it any better, Bob.

Friends are the biggest trolls. T_T T_T T_T

thisiscasey7:

forgott-en:

nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time. She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.


I just cried at this

Damn! Feels.

thisiscasey7:

forgott-en:

nedhepburn:

This one time I painted a living room with a girl.

This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.

But it still holds as on of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that - more often than not - she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.

Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.

That’s what love is. Attention to detail.

And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate eachother at the end. And you might walk away from eachother one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.

But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.

But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:

One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes ahold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that - gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.

And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.

I just cried at this

Damn! Feels.

OM!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!

Guys and girls, no matter how we look at it or try to reason out, CHEATING is still CHEATING.  A few moments of bliss ain’t worth enough to risk everything.

Just because you’re hurting does not mean the world is going to stop revolving. Other people go on with their lives while you’re stuck and still waiting for the light of day. You really can’t trust anyone that much but the One up there. Oftentimes, you get discouraged because you MAY feel that there’s no hope left. However, ‘a strong mind can overcome even it’s own reality (BATMAN made me realize that)’. We fall , cry in pain or become extremely vulnerable at times - indeed, this is VERY HUMAN. But, don’t humans also have the ability to stand and toughen up no matter what the odds are? This is not just a rhetorical question, but , something that we can also ponder upon. Be alone for a little while. Evaluate. Question. Meditate. Pray. Focus.

That’s life. Cheers! 

Having ambivalent emotions over someone or something is, pretty much, not that unusual. I guess it’s one of the reasons that makes the human heart strange; mysterious. Contradictions - yes, these can create a fine, beautiful mess.

So, am i a monster too?

So, am i a monster too?

via 9 gag

Awee. Lord Voldemort badly wants a nose

via 9 gag

Awee. Lord Voldemort badly wants a nose

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Very innovative, I must say.

via 9gag

Very innovative, I must say.