Reblog if tattoos/piercings are a turn-on.
June 2011
119 posts
May 2011
78 posts
The things private school has done to me.
We had to dress nice today for graduation practice. We have to look good for Alumnae induction tomorrow. I have to wear the same belt and sandals tomorrow that I did today because they’re the only black accessories I own. Not a big deal right? Wrong. It bothers me. A lot.
Thanks Villa, for turning me into a snob!
“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward”
—E.E Cummings (via bemymichelle)
This love is difficult, but it's real.
That moment when you realize your friendship isn’t untouchable. It’s breakable just like every other thing in this world. When the person who chased away the idea that love doesn’t exist leaves and the idea comes right back into mind. When you don’t know what to do with yourself because you no longer have a best friend to go to. Because she won’t let go of her pride and you just don’t know what to do. I feel completely lost. Constantly on the verge of tears. Always a lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach. Just tell me what you want from me. I give up everything for you; I’ll never stop. There’s only 6 days left and the last thing I want to do is waste it like this. Please don’t do this right now.
“When you look around and your world is crumbling or when you think no one loves you, your best friend is the one to run to you.”
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I just found a ladybug in my salad.
I’m fucking traumatized. And disgusted. And pissed off.
When people call YOUR best friend THEIR best friend.
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So I’ve recently become infatuated with the idea of getting “Long Live” tattooed (possibly in pink?) on my shoulder. Not because I’m in love with Taylor Swift or anything but because that song is the theme song of my senior class. It’s been played so many times all year and it’s meaningful to us. I want to remember my class because they honestly mean the world to me. All 105 of those girls I can confidently call my sisters, and I know they all feel the same way. We’re one of the closest classes to go through Villa. We’ve cried, laughed, sung, fought, loved, and grown together. I wouldn’t be who I am right now without them. I’m so glad my mom made me switch schools and led me to this place.
It seriously means a lot to me and I’ve been trying to find something meaningful that would make a good tattoo. Really, the meaningful thing has been right in front of me for 4 years. I want VMA11 to mean something to me always and forever, even when I sometimes forget about the sisters I made. I think the tattoo would be the perfect reminder.
