There is absolutely nothing to tell about me that you haven't already heard, read, seen somewhere else before...
I'm a plain, normal, average, old enough to know better, but still young enough not to care kind of girl.
Life without music would be a mistake, said Nietzsche, and I couldn't agree more. I am kinda pissed off that I only have one life...I want at least 2 or 3, considering the never ending amount of good music and great books we don't even hear about in just one little, short and unfair life. That doesn't stop me from trying my best and listening to more music than it's healthy, or reading all night long sometimes.
OK, so now you know about music, books...what else? Let's see...I 'envy'(admire) anyone who has a a great talent that drives them in life, everything and anything from singing, writing, drawing, to, I don't know...inventing the next big thing. I often feel small, insecure and insignificant...but then again, just as often I remind myself that everything in the universe had to line up perfectly in order for me to exist...
I'm not really an optimist, even though I would like to be...and I'm not a pessimist either...Let's just say that the glass is neither half-full nor half-empty: it’s twice as big as it needs to be.
I hate Tuesdays and vice versa. I'm single but I like to think that love is on it's way.
I think I bored you enough with my nonsense so...Thanks and see you later! :)
arindelaney:
acceptableintheeighties:
slowlytakingover:
packofwolves:
“Well that’s what we do, we fight… You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.”—“So what?”—“So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out.”—“What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.”—“Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want? What do you want?”
—The Notebook (2004)
No, there is not a thin line between love and hate. There is, in fact, a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every twenty feet between love and hate.
— Dr. House, House MD
topherchris:
“If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ‘em!”
— John Waters (via salmaparadise)
Source: salmaparadise
Loving me makes much more sense when you ignore the consequence. :)
