HAHAHAHA MY WORDS HAVE COME BACK TO HAUNT ME. Thank you for making my day law. 

What I meant. 

In this fleeting ridiculous moment I have a  wish that I had a boyfriend who is good with web design so he could save me from drowning in the programming- hahaha but that's just a random passing thought.

I've got a stiff neck today (my first time and it sucks) and also I've got this unicorn pimple in between my eyebrows- hallelujah *clap clap* -.-  

Ok back to WERK guyz. Werk it twerk it. 

No more telling myself I cannot do it. I create the limits. 

“It’s all in the view. That’s what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you’d better make every second count.”

Sarah Dessen

"Whoops I did not do it." 

Hahaha my life in 3 panels 

I'm 21 but 

“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”

The Winter of the Air