January 2011
310 posts
distances:
Dear Mommy,
CLOSE MY DOOR OH MY GOD WHY DON’T YOU EVER CLOSE MY DOOR WHEN YOU LEAVE GOODNESS YOU MAKE ME MAD AND THEN I MAKE RUN ON SENTENCES AND I FORGET PROPER GRAMMAR AND HRTGNKLEHN;E4LRTKG;’ERYT’;HKYT;Y’5(#&(*@&(&#@(.
Love,
Chelsea
the sight of personal entries (ramblings/pictures) on my tumblr irks me, so here’s an alternative if anyone’s ever bored of my reblogged posts: x.
nancy’s astounding fashion illustrations…they take my breath away
“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not...”
– Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (via pleasekeepmeinmind)
partying tonight was extremely impromptu and I can not be any more thankful for gareth emery (little did I know he was spinning). Entering the dancefloor and meeting good fortune - ace. Going to bed happy
I’ve been setting Right Back on repeat so much so my sister knows the lyrics by now ^^ the little things in life I adore
The deeper I go into discovering good music (yes I do give myself sufficient credit when it comes to my taste in auditory tunes) the stronger my need to rant on about horribly bad ones. I don’t see any reason why anyone should sign “artists” who’d write stuff that goes ‘I wanna fuck you up on the floor’ or whatever that is?? HELLO SAD MAN LIFE ISN’T ALL...
I’m starting to blabber consecutive word entries and reblog random, silly, gif and non-gif posts because I dare not leave my room. My sister who’s fuming at me for making so much noise coming home in the morning is right outside. Boo you Confrontations
I SPENT LIKE FIVE MINUTES STARING AT THIS.
rnguuyen:
it alternates slapping hands when you look @ the face but when you look @ the hand that’s not moving .. ONLY ONE HAND SLAPS. mindfuck.
I had no idea I was capable of dancing so well (insert a weak laugh here) with alcohol in my system…it frightens me. Waking up with a smudged face and a burning throat isn’t at all cool, so why do people live it like the ‘time of their lives’?? I lost my bracelet and I’m extremely mad at myself. You can’t tell because I’m too tired and my fingers reek of...
I lost my phone earlier last year. After which I bought a new one and tried to retrieve my bbm contact list. I was short of approximately 20 users. I wondered who were these people, how I knew them in the first place and why were they previously on my list if I couldn’t even remember them enough now to have their pins retrieved. Mm, baffled musings.
