things that make me smile
pink things, babies, children, playgrounds with swings, reading, open fires, singing, dancing, cheering, smiling, random acts of kindness, laughing, kisses, hugs, heart shaped anything, written letters, sunny days, brunch, coffee talks, whispering, snuggling, cuddling, people with firm handshakes, my brother and I getting along, piano, mixed CDs, pictures, scrapbooking, talking. loving, living,...
iloveherellipsis: i love her… …so when she has a bad day, all i want to do is hold her, ask why, help her forget, help her smile. but i love her, so when she has a bad day, i know to leave her alone, back off, and realize that i can’t comfort her through some things.
it was really flattering
arianaflorence: to hear people I don’t know tell me they voted for me for best hair and best dressed, even though that isn’t a big deal to me at all it would be kinda cool I voted you for best dressed! that and people voted me as Mrs. Congeniality and best smile. It would be nice if I won something from a group of vain vain vain people.
am I never good enough for my parents? Why are their standards higher than what I can potentially reach? Why do I feel like I just fail at everything and at every aspect of what I do. Why did my mom just go through with the things she wanted, she would have been “so much happier.” why why why why why. It’s times like these I wish I was on an island out at sea far away.
When you love someone, you do not love them all the time in exactly the same...– Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Days with my Father.
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arianaflorence: kayteens: my poor car Arnold was raped by the hailstorm. my car was too:( Mother Nature strikes AGAIN! Luckily my car has some weird insurance thing from the car company called dent/shatter zone where if the dent or crack is smaller than a credit card then it’s fixed fo’ FREE! SCHWEET because poor Arnold could not go around town with me with the way he’s...
my poor car Arnold was raped by the hailstorm.
big and brave and handsome romeo how I won you…I shall never..never..know
J’espere finir les devoirs ce soir.
Everything’s wonderful- Lily Allen
is out for the night. He’s sick in bed and I wanted to write this JUST so when he reads this he’ll fill up with bubbles inside of him or something weird and cute and fuzzy. :] I’m worried that’s true. But it’s all good in the hood because I’m just hoping that by the morning time or when dawn hits, you’ll be back in the game, and if not, then I just hope...
Goals, because everyone should have them
An old list that I decided to pull up again for memories sake :] with a few added things… Note: These are really goals, more of things I want to achieve before death takes me by the hand… 1. Find the cure for cancer. 2. Put my music playing and singing in sync. 3. Be able to read and understand viet completely. haha. soo far from it. 4. Travel the world in 80 days. No more, No...
I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that...– Amber Morley (via robot-heart) (via thoughtsdetained) (via notsharon) (via cassieeb) Amber, the friend of my boyfriend who actually wrote this, found this on the internet when her boyfriend googled her. Apparently it’s been put on pictures and stuff. I thought it was pretty funny. So…reblogging,...
This year it’s isolated with my cousin Chris, Alex, me, mom dad and Hai. I’m having fun I promise! :] I love the water, the sun and the wakes :D I miss Steven though. But I know he’s being a good boy with his family. I’m still missing him. That’s okay thought, I got a cute new white lappy top and It will be here quite soon. I have no substance in this post rather...
hate is a strong word. end of story. hated by people is a strong repellant. end of story. parents hating YOU is enough to drive someone off a bridge. end of story.
When things get blown way out of proportion, one will act immediately upon their defense mechanisms. Packing sucks. SBC ‘09 HERE I COME! :D Memories, praise and worship and God I’m ready :D love love love love you can’t get me down.
Nothing Better- Postal Service old song but...
how do you deal
with something you haven’t faced yet? Irrational/immediate fears specifically. How do you approach it? Do you cower in fear? Do you allow it to become a block to your potential in life. Do you ignore it? What? why am I typing out these questions? why do I keep asking these questions? I probably have a post on irrational fears already, and I tend to repeat myself. DEAL. for the record...
Got my Java Jive song, I just need to find the slower jazzier version of it :]
for cheer banquet it’s normally an emotional thing as parents typically analyze the development of their daughter throughout the years. As they go on a 2-4 minute spiel on accomplishments, memories and other tear jerking things, the daughter at this point is overwhelmed by the love reciprocated by the parents. Now it doesn’t work like that here. My mother was like, what do I say to...
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
I just want
Where’s C.S (Crystal S) when you need to just complain about everything and how bad being a girl is? She gets it. She’s real. GIMME A PIECE OF HER TO TALK TO NOW!
I get pissy, I apologize. When I get mad, I apologize. Don’t mess with me when I do get mad. Don’t press the wrong buttons because when I feel overwhelmed by a chaotic world that doesn’t fall to my standards, i freak out, I have little panic attacks of my own and I just don’t function well. It’s terrible terrible terrible. today: Scavenger hunt (SUCCESS!) Singing...
arianaflorence: I realized that I have been completely repulsive all week.. I haven’t worn makeup all week, I have worn mostly sweats, I haven’t shaved my legs in too long, I forgot to wear deoderant a good part of the week and the list goes on.. hahah oh well. Doesn’t matter, we love you for the way you are :]
je suis desolee.
je ne me couche pas. je n’est pas fatiguee. J’ai ennuie. fin.
I tried it. I like it, with honey. My face feels good. My day was good. I hope you’re doing splendid too, loves.
The Con- Tegan and Sara I know, old song....
reminisces on the past, as I would imagine a good 98% of the population does. Or when you sit and read old journals (yes, I keep journals) and just laugh at the things that seemed significant at the time really become nothing. Or when you sit and read times that you were just so upset and you can clearly see how upset you were at that moment in time. Reflection is good. Time is not a friend to...