My sister sure knows how to pick quality literature.
Although she has said that she hates reading books so I guess this is an improvement.
My boss is going to cause me to go prematurely grey.
I was looking in the mirror and I think I had a realization. I’m kind of a chubby girl now. I’m just a lot thicker all around than I used to be. It’s still hard to get used to because for the first 20 years of my life, I was a skinny mini. Now I have all these curves and I don’t know what to do with them. I feel like I’m going through puberty all over again. I’ve never thought about the type of food I would eat and now I feel like every bite is one more pound. Now I feel like I’m not allowed to wear certain clothes, when in the past I could go to the mall in leggings and a crop top while not giving a single fuck. Now I feel like I have to find someone who is willing to ‘take one for the team’ by dating a girl who is a bit thick. Getting dressed in the morning has become horrible. It’s like I’m trying on clothes from someone else’s wardrobe. I can’t even wear a single pair of jeans without feeling disgusted with myself.
Then I’m going to see The Hunger Games.
I think I’m a masochist.
The mix I made for my mom. (: (Taken with instagram)
I may have spoiled my mom a little for mother’s day. (:
By the way, I hand made those bows out of magazine pages. Yeah. I know. I’m awesome.
My mom’s about to get so spoiled.
I bought her a faux diamond bracelet, a black polo, and a hardcover apple iphoto scrapbook.
Then I bought her a heartfelt hallmark card.
Then I made her a special mix cd which I drew cute little doctor who/sherlock designs on.
THEN I made cute little diy gift bows out of magazine pages after I wrapped the gifts.
I’ll be sure to post pictures tomorrow.
I’m also dragging my dad to the mall so he can get her a purse because she really needs one, and perhaps a bouquet of flowers because it would be something nice to prop my presents up on.
So basically I’m the hero this year. :D
Every time I listen to Reflection from Mulan it makes me cry.
It reminds me of the dysphoria the trans* community deals with.
My nails for cinco de mayo. This was my first time and I used a toothpick for the details so it’s sloppy as fuck. Oh well. (:
You will forever haunt me
and you will never know.
I’m not just saying this
I really think Lydia is going to grow up to resemble Audrey Hepburn.
Maybe not a dead ringer
but I think they will have facial similarities.
Is there a way to see how someone would react to you liking them
without them knowing you like them?
Or a way to know what a person thinks of you
without asking them?
These have plagued me for years due to my crippling shyness.
Does anyone have an amnesia pill I could use?