Hug the people you love; and let them know that life always gets better.
Hug the people you love; and let them know that life always gets better.
January: Didn’t fall on the sharp rocks nor in the water, while hiking in Toms.
February: Civic broken into — stereo & bong stolen.
March: Spent a day doing nothing and walked away.
April: Going out, getting drunk and hating myself.
May: Birthday dinners, Prom, — aka, month of Self-Inflicted Heartache.
June: Craving change; started by bleaching my hair (and choosing whiskey).
July: 14-hour shifts start kicking in.
August: Happy Month; NEW* relationship.
September: Text-message breakup and bowling a 134.
October: Twenteen.
November: Lies, flattery & alcohol (and my car blowing a head-gasket).
December: Despite there being a few hours left to this month, let alone year, I’m going out on a limb here and say this month is just as insignificant as the others… and I’m not expecting anything, either.
Apparently, it’s within my ~new~ job title to recruit new, top-talent associates.
I plan on using these cards to recruit people I find cute if I don’t awkwardly freak them out..
Beanie, sunglasses, black&mild, & buzzing. Happy Birthday Briana <3 (Taken with Instagram)
I still can’t believe we made eye contact.
And how I still wish to never see your face again
bahahaha.
he just got home from work and i just got there from waiting at the wrong mall.
i had a great weekend with him and his friends (whom i like, too)~
i want more food. and sleep. and cuddling. and food.