What you don’t have now will come back again. You’ve got heart and you’re going your own way.
I’m moving into a different apartment today, and I’m a bit cranky because it’s hot as all hell and I have to keep walking up and down three flights of steps. It’s annoying now, and I’m acting like a spoiled bitch, but when it’s done, it’s done and it’ll be fine.
“If she was wearing a t-shirt, someone would say she should have been wearing a turtleneck. If she was wearing a turtleneck, someone would say that she should have been wearing a hijab. If she was wearing a hijab, someone would say the attack was due to some errant hair.”—Why Slutwalk? (via superglue-anonymous)
Best Coast covers Skeeter Davis’ The End of the World. It’s acoustic, and it doesn’t really have the summer jam vibe that was found in last year’s Crazy For You. That’s not to say I don’t like it - it’s different and it’s good.
I’m so blessed to have spent that time with the family and the friends I love. In my short life, I have met so many people I deeply care for.
Today, as I was driving down to Baltimore, it began to rain and I was all lonely in the car so I got upset. Then this song came on, and, instantly, the sun came out. The rain stopped. (I shit you not.) These things are not coincidences.
i thought this would be a good one to use when you're the swan queen:
"a queen is never late. everyone else is simply early."
right? right? RIIIIIIIGHT?
just put it away in your arsenal should you ever have to use it. you're welcome.
My goal this summer is to do a TON of reading. My mom gave me a bunch of books by Laura Lippman with the premise of her giving them to me being, “she writes about Baltimore! She’s from Baltimore! You go to school in Baltimore!” My mom is a very big “beach read” kind of gal, so we’ll see if any of them are any good. If not, I have some Vonnegut and Oates.
The more girls a boy has, the better. He has a bright look, having reaped fruits, blooming. He stalks around, sure-shouldered, and you have the feeling he’s got more in him, a fatter heart, more stories to tell. For a girl, with each boy it’s as though a petal gets plucked each time.