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  • 18th September
    2014
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Literally can only love my friends (besides my family) because who the fuck are other people who do not reciprocate in any way. I used to think not expecting to be treated the way I treat people is normal and noble and whatnot but NO, it’s shitty, why the fuck should I keep up with your shit if you’re constantly showing me you are not worth my time or efforts. Every time I see my friends, I realize more and more that I am not alone and I don’t need negative company to make me feel bad. I need more time with my lovely friends though lol more fun times ;) 

Goals:

`Ignore negativity even if it is lurking right in front of your new abode

`start meditating/yoga

`steer my energy in worthy directions 

`make a bunch of millions of dollars 

  • 17th September
    2014
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  • 15th September
    2014
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geekycrap:

this is my favourite vine ever and I will never get tired of it

(Source: weloveshortvideos, via lolgoaway69)

  • 15th September
    2014
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humansofnewyork:

We were eating lunch with the door open, and a monkey started to peek through the door.’Isn’t that cute?’ we thought. 'Hello monkey,' we said. Then the situation quickly deteriorated. 


(Dharamshala, India)

humansofnewyork:

We were eating lunch with the door open, and a monkey started to peek through the door.’Isn’t that cute?’ we thought. 
'Hello monkey,' we said. 
Then the situation quickly deteriorated. 

(Dharamshala, India)

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  • 10th September
    2014
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A Good Post

I don’t write many posts because I am lazy. But here’s is a post about simply anything that comes to mind atm. Haven’t been able to write down my thoughts since my journal had been stolen. My friends recently tagged me in a bunch of old photos and I felt a little nostalgic. My closest friends are pretty far and snapchats and texts messages don’t do as much as watching bridezilla or some dumbass scary movies at night while I fall asleep. College has been a trip—been here two years and i’ll admit to this: I have neglected the best relationships in my life trying to find what my limits are and whatnot. While I enjoy finding out what I am made of, I haven’t made any hardcore, significant relationships (someone who could be my emergency contact [in Davis]). But I am excited for life at this point. I just constantly need to remind myself to never stop exploring, going out, doing things, watching things, etc.