February 2012
k but really I got a new tumblr so click here →
k but really I'm deleting this tumblr so click... →
I AM DELETING THIS TUMBLR. CLICK HERE FOR THE NEW... →
How to properly hide alcohol in pictures you post...
I’m going to do this from now on
I’ve been on a Brand New kick recently, and for some God forbid reason, I start to turn extremely cynical and depressed.
Every line is about who I don’t wanna write about anymore.
“Do you believe you’re missing out, that everything good is happening...”
– Brand New
“Falling in love is so confusing for a teenage lad. You think it’s happening to...”
– Nathan Sykes - In Cosmopolitan. (via nayfansykes)
all I want right now...
brand new on repeat
chai latte
the country side
a sunrise
a boy I can talk to
a good book
fourchienfavorsthebold asked: pssh i need new photos :D
People ask me what I want to do with my life, what is my ideal job, and I immediately spit out “Fashion. Photographer”. Because honestly, I can’t see myself doing anything else. I want this so fucking bad. I don’t think people realize that. I want this more than anything in the world. I’ve cried about this ideal job of mine for over seven years. I’ve been...
Laying in bed, listening to Paramore.
“That’s what you get when you let your heart win… whoa ohh oh…”
-
Wishing you were here.
-
I wish it was possible to focus on my studies.
decipherexcaliber asked: oh man dude, just creeped on your photo site and the picture in music.. the musician is like, back lit and you can see dust particles..oh my goodness. award winner right there!
I wish I wasn’t so naive about everything.
I wish I wasn’t so scared of taking chances. Making changes.
I wish I wasn’t so content with everything right now.
I’m so tired of playing these games. I’m tired of opening my heart.
For once in my life, I want someone to tear me down, pick me up, and make me feel alive.
I’m so sick of opening my fucking heart....
Bad habits never fucking die.
Never.
It seems like everyone and their God damn mothers are falling in love (or infatuation) this month. I, on the other hand, am quietly biting my tongue in this situation but deep down inside I am dying. I keep on telling myself that one day, some man will find me attractive, funny, sarcastic asshole-y like (yes, it’s important for them to view me as a sarcastic asshole), talented (or at least...
