September 2011
sneezing on the couch and all the clean washing falling on you ~~*#«^~~ <3
“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (via whykickamoocow)
I have finally come to my conclusion, that i cannot have a boyfriend that does not include Seinfeld in their life.
why are all the nice, attractive boys drug dealers?
I met the cutest guy yesterday in a food court (haha), he had a ponytail and his name is NATE (holy fuck what a name). He asked for my number and his texts are so cute. pretty much in lovevveee.
On another note, last night was, well, ha, eventful. Big big regret/s, but i had some fun, and i laughed a lot. But mudda found out i drank and now she is in the worst fucking mood and i cannot wait untill she goes out tonight.
When she leaves im going to run around the house naked and play loud music untill the neighbours complain and then im going to skype everyone i know and then watch ‘overboard’. i might even prank call some people and have a giggle to myself.
xx
this summer is going to be all about no bras and fake tan~~~~~~~~
the awkies moment when you find a topless photo of yourself on your dash