its a mad house...

Tue May 26
wheelbarrow pandaburr. i LOVE you.

wheelbarrow pandaburr. i LOVE you.

Fri May 22
“ Call your name every day, when i feel so helpless
I’m fallin’ down, but I’ll rise above this, rise above this
Call your name every day, when i seem so helpless
I’m fallin’ down, but I’ll rise above this, rise above this doubt…” -seether
Wed May 20
“And if you were with me tonight, I’d sing to you just one more time. A song for a heart so big, God wouldn’t let it live…”

“And if you were with me tonight, I’d sing to you just one more time.
A song for a heart so big, God wouldn’t let it live…”

Tue May 19

just say the word.

  • George Bailey: "What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary."
  • Mary: "I'll take it. Then what?"
  • George Bailey: "Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?"
  • [dialogue piece from "its a wonderful life".]
i am a batman crimefighter. betta recognize. don’t hate on this bitch.

i am a batman crimefighter. betta recognize. don’t hate on this bitch.

Sat May 16

i wish you could…

see yourself the way i see you.

Fri May 15
Wed May 13
“ Som om man kunde
Vidröra lycka
Jag virar den runt mig
Som en filt
Det är bara Du, jag och månen..*”-blindside

we were driving through the countryside. in between the train tracks and the collectiveness of the clouds,i saw the rain. we just drove and i could hear my own pulse in my brain.

somehow. even in this horrible, ugly mess. we’re all just alone. we’re all vulnerable. we’re all lost. maybe its just a matter of finding each other.

i found myself loving each miserable, tragic, beautiful and breathtaking second that i exist.

we’re all just trying to survive the best way we know how.

[and i am telling you now. we’ll make it through this. i promise.]

“ so this is a break. are we broken? can anyone fix us? got any tape? a screwdriver? superglue? or is one of those things where they’ll say don’t fix what isn’t broken, like my favorite doll when i was little, she was ugly and dirty and broken but i hugged her tight anyway and is that us? ugly and dirty and broken but loved anyway? regardless? or maybe to us we aren’t ugly and dirty and broken at all. we don’t see it that way. break. break, brake, SLOW DOWN. brake, break, breathe. break, breathe.”-zoe trope; please don’t kill the freshman