January 2012
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Goals for 2012
Learn American Sign Language
Continue learning Spanish
Beat my eating disorder
Get a job
Write a novel
Take up jogging
Paint my bedroom
Sell my screenplay
Love myself
Be happy
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December 2011
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Fic; Thunder, Clap Us Open (chapter 6) →
Characters/Pairings: Santana-focused, Brittana, Quinntana. Summary: The day Santana devotes to finally clearing out her closet, three things happen. Touches on family, relationships, and sexuality. Author’s note: Happy New Year! Santana’s family has been going to the same church every Sunday since she was a tiny little thing in miniscule Mary Janes and a frilly red dress.
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I know my head isn’t screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself...
– Laurie Halse Anderson (via venebelle)
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First time I’ve admitted this in 3 years, and it’s only because I’m in the middle of I’ve Been Trying to Reach You, but.
I fell for my best friend. In 9th grade. Didn’t help that she was extremely touchy-feely and the tiniest, most adorable girl to ever exist. I mean, we’d spend hours on the phone, spilling our guts out, bonding over absolutely everything...
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Just finished watching a movie about a sociopath (We Need to Talk About Kevin) and I am completely inside out; ripped raw.
It gave me such flashbacks to That Boy… He had the exact same expressions and tone of voice and the way Kevin was with his mother was exactly how That Boy was with his mother…
And he was smirking; he was fucking smirking when he chased after me with that...
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Anon,
You are the sweetest little thing. Oh my goodness. (When I sit in the sun all day, I just blind everyone around me. And sometimes turn a little pink.)
Is it weird that I really want to hear your accent? I love listening to people who don’t sound like me. Like my grandma, for example, who grew up in Edinburgh; I could listen to her for hours because I love how words sound on her...
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When you decide to die, little things begin to happen. You stop looking both...
– Unknown (via alsoomse)
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People run from rain but
sit
in bathtubs full of
water.
– Charles Bukowski (via tastyfuck)
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venuscomb submitted: Merry Everything, Tiana!
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