Didn't the phrase "best friend" leave with the last decade?
November 2011
Good luck to all my East Coast writing buddies! NaNoWriMo starts in five minutes!
I’m at a Halloween some church puts on and it’s really dark and I’m hungry and I’ll probably never find my car again and my skinny jeans just ripped.
“People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.”
—Abraham Lincoln (via prevums)
“It is our choices, Harry, that show us what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
—J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets)
It’s pretty much never appropriate to joke about suicide.
October 2011
Halloween and I have no plans.
GPOY forever.
Okay, I look really nice right now but I’m just sitting here plotting my novel with markers and construction paper.
Why can’t I look this fashionable at school.
“Why do so many men love me?”
—My mother
“Cheap grace is the preaching of forgiveness without requiring repentance, baptism without church discipline, Communion without confession, absolution without personal confession. Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without Jesus Christ.”
—Dietrich Bonhoeffer (via reviveolution)
Let's be friends on NaNoWriMo
My username is “dillooon”.
Add me. If that’s possible? How does this website even work.
Eavesdropping on customer conversations.
Young girl, around my age:
“Yeah then he told me about this site called Tumblr so I signed up and I really don’t understand it. Apparently people are really into it and they have unspoken rules and everything. Yeah, I deleted my account.”
“I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say it’s too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast.”
—Lisa Kleypas (via troubled)
I just signed up for NaNoWriMo.
I feel all tingly inside.
Oh my gosh, I’m going to have so many texting breakdowns with Ashley.
