March 15, 2012

to whom it may concern

Why are you so far from me?
In my arms is where you ought to be
How long will you make me wait?
I don’t know how much more I can take
I missed you
But I haven’t met you
Oh but I want to
How I do
Slowly counting down the days
Till I finally know your name
Ooo the way your hand feels round my waist
The way you laugh
The way your kisses taste
I missed you
But I haven’t met you
Oh but I want to
How I do, How I do
I’ve missed you
But I haven’t met you
Oh I missed you
I haven’t met you
Oh but I want to
Oh how I want to
Dear whoever you might be
I’m still waiting patiently


— The Civil Wars

March 15, 2012

Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in.
Lie down with me, hold me in your arms. 
Your heart’s against my chest, lips pressed to my neck. 
I’ve fallen for your eyes but they don’t know me yet. 
And the feeling I forget I’m in love now.

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March 12, 2012
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8 color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64 color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64 color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s okay though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8 color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation. So when I meet someone who’s an 8 color type…I’m like, hey girl, Magenta! and she’s like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, no I want Magenta!
John Mayer
March 12, 2012 • 1 note
womp womp. my graduation picture. 

womp womp. my graduation picture. 

March 12, 2012

i feel like i’m living in a movie

one of those movies where a guy and a girl are best friends and liked each other, but they never come around to dating each other. untill you know, four years later, when they actually find out that they both have feelings for each other. yep. my life. right now, dating my best friend. and i’m perfectly okay with that. 

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oh my glob

oh my glob

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camp. <3 

camp. <3 

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c-o-r-u-s-c-a-t-e:

c-o-r-u-s-c-a-t-e:

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February 26, 2012 • 1 note

What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say

February 25, 2012
omgmaywow: The light bulb symbolizes our thoughts and how over-thinking can “kill” us.

omgmaywow:

The light bulb symbolizes our thoughts and how over-thinking can “kill” us.

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