Three sixty five

For now this is my scrapbook, filled with my dreams and rants and memories and thoughts. Maybe it'll make some sort of sense to someone out there, but if not, that's quite alright. It wasn't meant to.

“I am thinking it’s a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and when we kiss
They’re perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us
Into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch
But it’s thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you’re away
When I am missing you to death”
The Postal Service
This was too beautiful to ignore.
(via wasting)

This was too beautiful to ignore.

(via wasting)

"Cause your heart has a lack of color"

I got my right splits back today, it was niceeee. However having to spread our legs wide open and holding it for three minutes, was not so pleasant. And those bazillion crunches and pushups are gonna kill me tomorrow. After dance, randomly “snuck out” to go to old navy? Weird.

PS: I’ve been so boycrazy lately. Ahh, holy shit. (:

My little brother decorated my pill box with cute stickers.
This made me so happy (:

My little brother decorated my pill box with cute stickers.

This made me so happy (:

Today, an ignorant freshman

who believes the majority of Indians are Buddhists who observe Ramadan, called me a dumbshit for being Christian.

Hah, I’m sure you can imagine my reaction.

emimily:

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