summerteeth.

wanna put my tender heart in a blender. lol.

omg my dreams have finally come true. i have found a way to wear sweatpants outside and not feel like a total douche. urban outfitters has fucking sweatpant shorts. and they arent that bad. like they are kinda bad, but fuck it you best believe i will wear these every single day this summer.

i go back to brooklyn tonight. like i said earlier during break, i cry every time i leave bayonne. like even when its just to go to the mall or something. my trail of tears will lead me back home one day. which will actually be next weekend CAUSE MY PUPPY COMES HOME!

high school musical themed wedding.

spring break is over. 

i was supposed to see fleetwood mac with my mom. (are you jealous or something?) but bitch got bronchitis or pneumonia or some shit like that. WHAT A WHORE. 

i dont want to go back to school, internship, work, anything. mostly because i didnt start my senior work draft that is due when i get back. ugh fuck that, WHAT IF I WAS TOO BUSY GETTING THE HERP FROM SOME RANDOM IN CANCUN?! damn, school, get off my dick please.

with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.

lykke li is cute. i wish i could be small and cute like her.

plus "dance, dance, dance" is my life's story.

strange times are here.

another classic case of guy on the ground.

1. a picture of you in your room:

the person who took this is a creep.

also my feet look gross.

2. a picture of yourself with someone you don't actually like:

that cat is a dumb bitch.

3. a picture of you being very drunk:

4. a picture of you on your birthday or favorite holiday:

memorial day is my 4th fav holiday.

i dont like pictures on thanksgiving.

5. the youngest picture you can find of yourself in digital form:

me & my uncle str8 chillin.

6. a picture of yourself in your favorite outfit:

i wore this outfit out hard last year.

7. a picture of you making a goofy face at the camera:

8. a picture you may have edited to make yourself look more attractive:

i dont know how to edit pictures, 

but veronica probs edited this one.

9. a picture of a night you regret:

10. a picture of you truly being yourself:

11. the most recent picture of you:

12. a picture of you being ridiculous: 

13. a picture of you showing off a new haircut/color:

14. a picture of a time in your life that is over but that you wish wasn't:

15. a picture of a time of your life that is over and that you couldnt be more grateful that it is:

16. a picture of you when you were anything but happy:

saddest day of my life.

17. a picture that you had no idea was being taken:

18. a picture of you when you were a different person than you are now:

19. a picture of you with someone you love:

20. a picture of how you would like the world to see you:

21. a picture that describes how you would like to spend everyday:

if i could combine these two,

it would be my perfect day of all time.

22. a picture of a time when everything was changing:

23. a picture that makes your heart hurt:

idk why but these pictures make me happy & sad at the same time.

24. a picture that makes your heart smile:

25. a picture of one of the best days/nights of your life:

carve your number on my wall...

idk what it is, but for some reason i want to be in this picture real hard.

i promise you im doing the best i can.

sidenote: i really love the black keys.

still you dont regret a single day.

i hate when people clip their nails on the subway. gross. i dont need that shit hitting me in the face,thanks. really gross.

i also hate having to watch people eat ice cream cones. some bitch was eating one on the train today. it skeeved me for some reason. hard. watching her lap that shit up made me want to barf. however, when i eat ice cream cones its really pretty. im the only exception.

she wants a man thats got his game locked tight.

i really only interned at vice records in the hope of one day meeting this man. i never did. one day, though. 

like a heartbeat, drives you mad.

i was inspired by vero- as i always am- and decided to let you know what im scared of. 

i'm scared of lightning. i'm like convinced im going to get hit by one of those shits someday. so i take every preventative measure possible.

i'm scared of the dark, which sucked because i used to live in a room with no windows, no natural light. so every night i would terrify myself to sleep kinda. 

i'm scared of my wedding day, which i dont really plan on happening since i dont like the institution of marriage (i'm ~*so romantic*~) so it'll be more of like a celebration of love party,  but anyway i just dont know how i would have my parents in the same room and it would cause me too much anxiety. 

i'm scared i'll never figure out what i want to do in life.

i'm scared i'll never find something i truly care about. whether it be a person, a passion, anything. not that i dont care about/love people already, but chu know what i mean. 

i'm scared of pregnancy. the stuff that shit does to your body freaks me out. and birthing is gross.

i'm scared i'll never be able to take care of my mom like she has taken care of me. love that bitch.

also im scared of heights and taking off in airplanes jussayin'. 

I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you. (dirty dancing reference. if you didnt catch it, you should probably stop reading this blog.)

this entry was happpppyyy!

i'm a pimp by blood, not relation.

lately its come to my attention that i eventually ( and by that i mean within the next few months) will have to become a real adult- with, like, responsibilities and shit. i will actually have to be responsible to manage/ create/ produce something at a real job where i am paid to not fuck up. huh?! what? is this real life?   yes, david it is real life- not the happy, trippin on mad drugs life that youve come to enjoy after that one fateful trip to the dentist. 

but whatever this is far from the point. i dont want to grow up. im scared. like it literally hit me at my plush job at urban outfitters (i make the big bucks whatwhat). i was folding one of our many cool graphic tees when i realized that soon, im going to have to be responsible for more than my impeccably perfect fold. and i got scared. because i think i fuck up and i fuck up a lot. without even trying really. so no job is going to want to pay me to do anything. except for urban outfitters,obviously, because i am the folding master. guess i gotta do that for the rest of my life. see you, poverty. but hello lifetime discounttttttt!   

sexual sportswear.

there is nothing i love more on a dude than these boots. these pictures dont do these shoes justice either. 

but if you own them, i automatically have a crush on you and probably want to date you. 

i see them way too often in brooklyn, and every time i cant help but fall in love.

case in point-these guys. i can't even see that one guy's face, but there is no way he isn't hot. i googled these images so i feel a little weird including them. but whatever i need to prove my point somehow.

what about the night makes you change.

i don't pretend to know shit about photography.

but these were on ffffound.com and i thought they were pretty.

they are by rune guneriussen. sounds like a total babe.

this aint a rap song, nigga, this is my life.

i have such a crush on this couple.