February 2012
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My Sadies Ask 2012!
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Or A Declaration
thefrenemy:
What happened?
There, with the young face slack with worry, disdain, and exactly the kind of look eyeliner or a beer on a Saturday doesn’t cover up. I’d call that longing, you call it boredom. A listless feeling that where you are is not where you want to hang up your coat and stay a while. Nobody will notice, you think.
This is your sadness, your secret, the comfort blanket of...
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Being friends with you is such a pain in the ass.
update
It’s been a while since I’ve actually blogged about my life on tumblr, mostly I’ve just been reblogging stuff. Anyway super eventful weekend. On Friday, I watched the basketball game and it was super intense especially in the last minute. Congrats Mission Warriors! On Saturday, I took my first yoga class at 24hr and it was pretty fun. Unfortunately, mostly everyone in the class...
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January 2012
70 posts
Help... my chrome browser default font changed...
That confidence boost you get when you know you...
It was hella bright outside, until all this shade...
Shady people are not the business
AD, pizza, and ass
Today I spent five hours at Dylan’s house marathoning Arrested Development with Kunal, Haebin, Shubham, and Dylan. We watched 10 episodes and had some very funny but very ass moments. “Excuseeeee me!” “No touching!” “Under 18, walks out clean.” Basically, I am dead. Second semester senior has officially begun. We also had pizza that we followed through...
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What if...?
The Doctor: You know, it's bigger on-
Sherlock: It's dimensionally transcendental. Obviously it's bigger on the inside. It's a Type 40 Time And Relative Dimensions In Space TARDIS. Approximately 900 years old. Its chameleon circuit became dysfunctional sometime in the 60's, which explains it's obsolete police phone box disguise, and you haven't gotten around to fixing it. The way you hold yourself and the goofy smile on your face signifies that you're clearly trying to cover up your dark past, and considering the fact that you have two hearts, which is made obvious by the double pulse coming through your carotid, you're a time lord. The last of the time lords. Am I wrong?
The Doctor: How did you kn-
Sherlock: I don't know. I notice.