taking pictures

i can't get myself to camerawhore. i find so many little imperfections in my pictures that i just give up.
i prefer candid pictures. i really want a candid picture of me laughing. just to show pure happiness.

goodbye tumblr

you have consumed my life for too long. you distract me with pictures and occasional stories with my name in it. you cause me conflict with friends and allow me to want to shut a bitch up. you've made me laugh, you've made me tear, but now you are gone.
with you, i have better-developed friends but not you are gone. because i can make friends by my own damn self.

if you want an update on my life, don't check my tumblr. if i knew you well enough, you would already know all the stories i post on tumblr.

and for my thoughts, well you'll be documented right here on blogspot. my first-choice blogging home.

to be completely honest, tumblr is full of people that relate to eachother and then complain together. it's a place where people get at eachother sideways about what they post and then contradict themselves. we all know if we "unfollow" you, that you'd get fucking butthurt.

and so you are gone tumblr. passed on to the next generation. SIKE. hella people still use tumblr.

the TRUTH about love.

you find love when you’re not looking.

i’m serious.

i read this in a magazine a couple years ago and i thought it was pure BULL. but freshman year, i was going with the flow and not looking for any kind of relationship and then FatBoi hits me like a football to the nose (Brady Bunch flashback! anyone remember that episode?)
maybe, you think what i’m writing is complete shit, but i’m just getting it out there. contradict it all you want, but just wait until it happens to you.

"I can tell you love him by the way you look at him."

is this real? are you kidding me? can you really tell if someone loves the other person JUST by the way he/she looks at them?
i think about this sometimes when i look at Vincent. like, “can they tell? does anyone notice? if i look at that guy on the corner, will someone think i love him too?”
i think this is lightweight bullshit. yeah, i smile at him, but i also laugh, roll my eyes, and “playfully” hit him. can they tell i love him by the way i slap his arm? damn, i must be so readable. THESE PEOPLE KNOW MY LIFE! except they don’t.

this is all shit they lead you to believe in chick flicks. although i love chick flicks, some of them should really be called SHIT flicks. HAHA i think i’m clever.

me: Austin, I can tell you love Suki by the way you look at him.
A: what the fuck are you talking about?


By the way, this conversation never actually happened. but Suki is his dog. so i thought it was funny. maybe not.

boobies

i guess you can say i have small boobs. i receive a lot of criticism because of this. purely from family of course.
my sister has encouraged me to stuff my bra. she has also advised me to gain weight in order to get bigger breasts, and then try to loose it. what a wonderful sister i have.
my mother has poked fun at my boobs. whenever we go bra shopping, she picks up Bcups and tells me to try them on. i tell her they're too big and show her my 32A bra and she goes, "you're boobs aren't THAT small, are they?"

yup, that's me and my twins down there.
well fuck it. there are so many good things about having these puppies. (i always hear people with big boobs COMPLAIN.)
small boobs means i can show more cleavage cause there really ain't nothing to show. smaller boobs means less nipple-slips in bathing suits.. actually that's not completely true.
OH WELL. i'm fine with my boobs. i'm not just fine with them, i'm HAPPY with them. try to change my mind and i'll kick your shins :]

you are my therapy.

talking to you is so easy for me. you know how to make me feel better in any situation. even if i just need a hug.

i would never change this relationship.

what happened to bedtime?

i've been sleeping hella late lately. last night i came home at four in the morning. oh god.

sleeping has turned into knocking out.