December 2009
a.m.
fiftytwostories:
6am: Wake up, start the coffee machine, take a shower.
6:30am: Coffee tastes horrible, dump it into the sink. Vow that today will be the actual last day you buy Starbucks, because you will try another store-bought brand of coffee this time, in an effort to save money. (Folgers?)
6:31am: Realize the neighbor is watching you as you stand in the kitchen in your towel, dumping...
STORY: BY BSCHH
wonderbirds:
joyvewong:
bschh:
it was the first day of school, and i was getting ready to get on the bus, so naturally i was like . so i was doin’ my thang, and eating a banana as i got on. then i saw the driver and he was all like so i was like and he was like so i was like . i wasn’t allowed to eat the banana. ~~~~~~~~~ 1 hour later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i finnally got to school and was...
#25: Stephanie Meyer
wonderbirds:
-peterpan:
iheartchucks:
toekneeduh:
fuckyeahtwilightsucks:
zombiekookie:
american-apologies:
With her cookie-cutter characters, cheap dialog, and little respect for the intellect of women, Stephanie Meyer writes what could only be characterized as terrible fan fiction. The Twilight series has made her one of the most successful American authors today, and the film...
““Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It...”
– (via countpassion)
The Ditty Bops - Wishful Thinking
I bought an...
joezh:
snow
liking it. a whistle by the man steps behind roughage snow departed focus in your eyes
- him over her; two figures winding laid-off breaths shot through distances anew -
layover is the stopmotion of time your melted resistance apart the downward bits land
strange irises. you make it yours.
it's the little things
iamtheshiznit:
that remind me why it’s worth it. that remind me why we’re here. that remind me why we’ll have a chance -
the way he tucks my hair behind my ear. the way he catches my eye across the table and winks. the way he tickles my chin like a kitty cat. the way he cups my face. the way he rubs the back of my head. the way he hugs me from behind and says, “i’ll kidnap you. i won’t let you...
I never love nobody fully, always one foot on the...
volatilestructure:
(via fallingliketherain)
I died and became a ghost.
fiftytwostories:
When I was eighteen, I got so drunk that I died. It wasn’t intentional, but since I was eighteen, everyone thinks it was. Whatever. These things happen. Anyway, I was always just a decent person. Not bad enough to go to Hell. Not good enough for Heaven. So I died and became a ghost.
Right after my death, I watched everyone go to my funeral and cry over my being dead and dig...
“May the wind always be on your back and the sun upon your face and may the winds...”
– Johnny Depp (via kari-shma) (via bookncoffee) (via booklover)
13828.) i instantly fall a little bit in love with...
volatilestructure:
(via blogsecret)
so very true of me.
perhaps thats why im addicted to traveling.
yes, kind of like tonight. but i am a fickle creature
