from what i’ve seen in the past few days, tumblr has been a place for girls (mostly) to pour their hearts out in blogs, or show off cool pictures, or try to make a statement. etc. thats cool if thats your thing, but if i want a “blog” or something of that sort, i’d rather keep it more personal & for myself. i might just make a private blog, a journal of some sort. besides, i plan on doing some pretty exciting stuff with my life in this next year, & not being on tumblr would save me some time.
peace girls love you :)
make the most beautiful post about my best friend & i’ve been wanting to ever since i got a tumblr. but i’m so tired from the shows today & i know you deserve so much so i wanna put my all into it when i have the time because its ridiculous how much i love you & respect you.
p.s. thanks for coming to all my shows babygirl, your always #1 in my book
the product of good writing, good friends, good acting, tons of talent, & of course a respectable audience. how lucky am i
“You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.” -Pat Conroy
fahreheit451-ish, no?
| — | Safiya Brown, the 9/11 monologues |
i like things that make me think
holy shit i love being a drama major, i have so much respect for all you troopers who go to school just to go to school. that must take so much urge just to wake up in the morning.
as close as perfection gets, no?
Dear Marielle,
Six years ago I entered the halls of Our Lady Of Fatima School, little did i know I would leave those same halls with the best friend I could ever hope to have. The specifics of how it all began are a blur to me, but I am so glad it did. To try and thank you in this…
i’m not even gonna lie right now, this was ashley’s idea. i’m thinking this is more for me to look back & laugh at. to remember things i wouldnt have remembered otherwise. my regret when i look at it now is that i wish i could have had a sort of blog type of thing last year, when i really started to grow up & when things started changing from my comfort zone, from the norm. rather than using this as an artistic teenage fad, here’s to the rest of my junior & senior year. and so on if i choose.
