Ask me anything
I'm a mind and a soul furnished by an anatomically correct female form; an artist battling mediocrity; a southerner who escaped a small hot town for a big cold city in the NW; an ex-lover, a daughter, a sister, somebody else's muse.
I believe in investments. And shaking hands. I value my senses, all six of them. And while falling in love with my shortcomings, I’m learning to take the reigns.
Be kind. Make me laugh. Love the arts. Allow honest, open dialogue about everything from ambivalence toward the human condition to something you didn’t like that I said last week. Being willing to drink tea with me in bed and watch movies in our pajamas would be a plus.
Getting better. Finding happiness; an equilibrium, as well as a way to forgive myself for the past.
The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E Frankweiler :)
My day today? I’ve been lying in bed sad all day. There’s nothing really detailed or interesting about today.
Move on with your life, you’re no longer welcome to be a part of mine anymore.
Oh god, don’t get me started. I feel like people who stick to mainstream music are the type of people who don’t care enough about music to search for the kind that touches them bone deep. Instead, they’d rather walk into Starbucks and see what’s on the shelves, or stick to the radio. It’s sad to me because there is a ton of really great music that people are deaf to all because of some sort of weird state of complacency they’ve walked into.
I hate when strangers don’t hold open the door for me. I hate when people I just meet use cutting sarcasm toward me in a way that takes jabs at my personality or character or appearance and expect me to take it lightly as though we’ve been friends for ages. I hate when people don’t recycle. I hate when girls ridicule girls out of trite jealousy. I hate when people refuse to accept compliments.
A can of Progresso Soup and a couple of breakfast burritos….and a cookie. :x
Whether it’s formal or independently sought after, it’s important. If the question is pointing toward college—it’s important but it’s not the only route as everyone is different in the way they learn and function intellectually.
I lost my computer, so I can’t. And after typing that sentence, I just realized that by losing my computer and my ipod with in the span of six months…I have lost my entire music collection. Awesome.
Donnie is my family. As are my cats.
I’m guessing I’m supposed to mention celebrities sooo: Scott Speedman, Ryan Gosling, Joseph Gordon Levitt, James Franco, Aaron Paul.
My body is out of shape and I would like to change it. I’m pretty comfortable with it, I think.
Today I wore my boyfriend’s white Vneck undershirt and some pajama pants. The end.
I’m a Cancer, and yeah I think I’m pretty sensitive and intuitive like it claims.
“What if I would stayed in Pensacola?”
I’m proud of leaving Pensacola.
I’m an alcoholic.
A new Macbook. A Hammoc. A pair of Doc Martens. A room of my own. A huge set of Prismacolor markers.
I’m afraid I’ll never get better. I’m afraid of heights. And poisonous spiders. Skin eating diseases. Cancer. Parasites. Prison. The end of the world.
I hope I’m happy and successful. I hope I start to love life sooner than later. I hope it’s a pretty life. One with pretty things and pretty people and pretty love.
I’m a writing major.
I miss……the ocean.
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I’m worried I’ll never feel like myself again.
I like my sense of humor. I don’t like the addictive aspect of my personality.
Storms make the oaks grow deeper roots…
Barcelona!
I really like proof reading closed captions, i like when someone else washes my hair in the shower, i like eating gross and/or exotic things just so I can say I ate it, i like sneaking peaks of strangers examining their reflections in public bathroom mirrors, i like hanging out alone at dog parks………
I’m excited for this weekend. I can’t wait to snuggle and watch Six Feet Under with Donnie. <3