my memoir for english class. i worked really hard...
That black and humid night was the longest night of my life. Constant thoughts were ripping through my mind like a hurricane and the only thing I can remember, besides the words shared between us, is the blurred image that was playing on the television screen. I learned a very important lesson that night; a lesson about love and loss, but more importantly, I learned a lesson about myself, a...
you are everything i want.
because you are everything i’m not.
you see right through me.
how do you do that shit?
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m...– The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky (via quote-book)
(Talking to Aaron Rodgers) “You know what butter is? That’s me. You know what...– Greg Jennings, on the sideline during the NFC Championship game. (via youcanweargreen-)
here's something i should have told you a long...
Congrats to the Packers! They are going to the...
THE PACKERS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!!
I AM SO EXCITED!!! THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST GAMES EVER…AND NERVE WRACKING TOWARDS THE END. OH MY GOSH…I AM SO EXCITED I CAN BARELY HANDLE IT!!! I AM ALMOST CRIED AT THE END OF THE GAME. SUPERBOWL, HERE WE COME!!!!
LET'S GO PACK!!!
i can’t wait for this game to start!! i’m actually really nervous. i really hope the PACKERS can beat the bears. it’s time for us to go to a superbowl. GO PACKERS!!!
it's funny when...
people say that they’ll always be there for you. some people will be there for you always, no matter what. but other people…i don’t know. i guess sometimes people say it just because they think it’s the right thing to say. i know that things between us are awkward. i know they are. but we haven’t talked in months. and i know part of it is probably because she told...
this was such a good movieeee!!
this was my favorite part of the social network p.s. andrew garfield <3
Reblog if you go to Penn State.
the-sea-ghost: I’m trying to start this up. Let’s see if it gets anywhere. I’m genuinely curious.
here it is. i don't have a title. it just....is.
I was gasping for breath. Every intake of air felt like a knife being stabbed into my chest. Every tear that fell down my face was burning a trail of fire across my cheeks. Every word out of my mouth was a whisper and every word out of your mouth was a lie. Every time you spoke, my whole body shuddered. Your words felt like they were entwining my body, twisting my spine into something...
listening to taylor swift inspires me to write?
when i listen to taylor swift, i get this indescribable urge to write something creative. i get the urge to CREATE, just like she does. and usually i wouldn’t share writing like this with anyone. like last year when we had to write poems in english class, i was the only one who didn’t share because i was scared. i didn’t know how everyone would react, or how i would react. but i...
sometimes i wish...
that i could be taylor swift and that i could write all my feelings into a song and sing it to you and you would understand and you would feel the same. sometimes i wish love was as easy as singing someone a song. i wish that you could just look at someone and they would know how you feel. and i wish there was a way to really tell how someone felt about you. sometimes i wish i wasn’t so...