andrea c:

parents don’t know what the fuck they’re doing

and kids get tired of forgiving mistake after mistake after mistake.

finnsblog1 asked: Do you know what time it is?

19:05

life, time, or lack thereof.

As we drove down Miramar Parkway on our way home, I asked my mom if she could turn into 172nd so that we could pass by the crash site. I was just being curious and wanted to see for myself what everyone had been talking about. When we drove next to it, there was a group of friends just sitting there on the sidewalk, staring at the candle-lit ground, while music faintly played from their car. My childish curiosity quickly dissipated and became replaced with guilt for ever having though of it as a highly-gossiped attraction that I was dying to see, no pun intended. The biggest sinking feeling suddenly came over me and I began to cry, not stopping until I got home. I didn’t even know the two guys that passed, and yet I was horribly saddened by the faces worn on those friends. Faces that looked all at once lost, shocked, sad, scared, alone. I can’t imagine how much worse, than I already did, I would feel if those candles and pictures and gifts had been placed there for someone I know. It’s incredible that something sad has to happen before we realize how privileged we all are for every day that we make it through; before we realize how much we take every single part of our lives for granted.

My thoughts and prayers completely and wholeheartedly go out to Kevin O’Connell, Ian Guckian, their families, their friends, and anyone else who has ever been, or will unfortunately be, in a similar position.

maybe the tropical storm is Asian.

gabykeyy:

and that’s why it’s yellow.

(Source: hereisthekeyytomyheart)

I refuse to lower my standards and expectations.

I don’t get why some guys think that complimenting you after everything you say is going to make you fall for them. Can I please just have a normal conversation with you? I want to learn to love you for your personality, opinions, peeves, what makes you the person you are; not for the pretty things that come out of your mouth the same way that they come out of the mouths of thousands of other boys.

I have so much to say

but I can never find the right words to relay my message as precisely as I would like.

Entra en Mi Vida, Te Abro la Puerta, Se Que en tus Brazos ya no Habra Noches Desiertas. Entra en mi Vida, yo te lo Ruego. Te Comence por Extrañar, Pero Empeze a Necesitarte Luego.

Marry me, now. Seriously.
I’m kidding, actually. But do tell me who you are :) because I love that song, I love Sin Bandera, and apparently now I love you too <3.

Ask me anything, kids

Twitter is “over capacity”

So I’m resorting to this. Waterloo plays at 7?