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horroramor
02 December 2010 @ 11:20 pm
eurrrrrghh so nervous about my debate tomorrow morning. should probably do some planning. or like, go to bed or something :O

instead i've spent like 4 hours re-reading old fanfiction i used to love and revelling in how bad they actually are.

also have 'i whip my hair' stuck in my head. but why does she whip her hair back and forth? i mean, i realize that her hair is a symbol of glory or rebellion or whatever, and that she absolutely must whip her hair back and forth. but to what end? i mean, WHY is she whipping her hair back and forth? what will it ultimately accomplish? just what is willow smith trying to prove?




 
 
horroramor
09 October 2010 @ 11:37 pm
why is it that the only time i really feel that distinct heartache of being young is when i'm driving though the boonies with my family?
 
 
horroramor
29 June 2010 @ 11:24 pm
last  night, i had a dream that you fought a bear in the forest with your bare hands. after a gruesome, bloody battle, you ripped the stunned beast's head off and raised it above your head like a trophy. you then preceded to skin the bear and turn it's fur into an ugly fur coat that you wore absolutely everywhere. if anyone asked about it, you retold the story with a sort of manly, crazed ambition.

the fact that i found the whole thing strangely sexy is probably a bad sign.
 
 
horroramor
18 June 2010 @ 07:54 pm
sick with fever. lying on bed, with laptop propped up on legs and coffee mug resting on right boob, one hand on the handle.
 
 
 
horroramor
14 June 2010 @ 12:21 am
i want someone to tell me what the worst thing about me is, before i can even tell them the worst thing i've ever done. if they did, it would hurt  me so bad but once they started, i wouldn't want them to ever stop.
 
 
horroramor
16 April 2010 @ 08:14 am
dear you:

i love you!!

you think you are fiercely independent, and that is cool but maybe when you have time for a completely normal bore like me you can break my heart, except that i'll get over it in like two seconds, because every time you piss me off and every time you hurt me, it only takes a few words for me to remember all the reasons i like you, and all the reasons we're best friends!

you are so beautiful, even though you have crooked teeth and sometimes your feet smell

i love you because you are the best wingman in the world, and i would trust you with my life, and you make everything an adventure, and you are compassionate and loyal and an all-around badass and you are just so cute when you are sleeping

and even though you talk like a hick and dress like a lesbian, i will always think you are the cutest boy in the world

and even though i have a lot of problems and you have a lot of problems and goshdarnit, why does everyone have so many problems? i still think that we could totally make it work in our studio apartment in mexico, with two cats named gunnlaug and frodi, if you can still stand me by then.

and even though you got me kicked out of my favourite bubble tea place, and you throw cheerios at me, and you hit on my mom, i still think you are amazing.

and even though i've never actually said 'i love you', i hope you've always known.

love, me :)
 
 
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horroramor
20 January 2010 @ 12:21 pm
things to do before i die:

-star in john waters film
-build robot
-LA REPUBLICA DE MEXICO!!!!!
-deep fry a mars bar
-meet gerard