gotta love the old, shitty non-mac computer… -_-
eh screw it. i’m in a minivan with all the windows down and the music as loud as it goes and we’re all screaming to talk to each other, and we just rallied every little kid at the park to play tag, and although everything is way different than i thought it would be, i’m learning how to be a normal teenager and the summer is alive and we are young and carefree. and so i’m moving on with things and i can honestly say that things are going to be alright.
#madison #as soon as i delete all those locked messages
i think it’s time i change something, because this isn’t working.
okay i literally just got paid thirty bucks to watch vh1’s 90s countdown, read the fountainhead, and occasionally let the dog out. the three kids i babysat were asleep when i got there. at eight.
i made this cd for marissa last may, and i found the playlist just now and damn i love this one so much
sometimes i think it would be awesome to have the job of putting together soundtracks for movies.
IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATERRRRRRRRRRRR
PULL THIS THREAD AS I WALK AWAYYYYYYYYY
Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.
(Source: illdoitthisafternoon)
almost enough for a cedar point ticket. almost almost
Spanish born artist Marina Molares has a lot of interesting work in her portfolio. We only pulled from her most recent series of collages to show you these fun images, but she has a great collection of photography and installation work as well.
(via allthewrongquestions)
lol so ready to just say fuck it all. donedonedonedonedoen