Quotes added on Thursday, November 7 2013
One does not simply
take one selfie.
take one selfie.
“Shall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story?
Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one...one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls. One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were--damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary... But it wasn't true. This is a ghost story remember? A tragedy. They were misled. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn't be different for them, because they weren't special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along. They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. With what can't be.
Isn't that the scariest story you've ever heard?”
Friend: Have a boyfriend in your new school yet?
Me: I don't even have a friend yet so no.
Crimson and Clover
over and over
Me: *putting my hair into a nice ponytail*
Me: *finishes*
Me: Perfect
Me: *realizes I left a chunk of hair out of it*
Me: UGH
