The lady at McDonald’s is so awkward. Like, she knows my parents or something so she just wants to have deep conversations with me at the window every time I go there. Today it went something like this: “HI! How are you? What have you been up to?” “I’m good, not much. Taking some summer classes.” “Are you dating anyone?” “…. uh…...
I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It’s nice.– J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via ihopeyouthinkofme)
So much for getting up early to study… This’ll be interesting…
Most of my Christian life I’ve been making the same mistake over and over and...– Jack Deere (via classyliving)
You called, You cried, You shattered my deafness, You sparkled, You blazed, You...– St. Augustine (via solideogloriaa)
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me...– Neil Gaiman (via creatingaquietmind)
my hair misses being played with, my back misses being rubbed, my face misses steady breath on it, my hands miss having hands to reach for, my ears miss the sound of breathing, my lips miss meeting another set of sleepy lips, my mind misses fading in and out of sleep, but knowing that the other presence was constant, my body misses the heat of another. i don’t, but they do.
i’m thinking myrtle beach as my destination for my roadtrip to the ocean. and I’m so serious. and i’m going to kidnap a friend if i have to, i’m going.
Me: *printing off a practice exam for statistics* Oh my gosh, this is 6 pages?! It's so long.
My dad: *walking past* you know what you're gonna have to do, right?
Me: *looks up at him, confused*
My dad: GET OVER IT *runs away*
Me: *chases him down and punches his kidney*