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west village

nineteen year old girl who rarely blogs but is going to give it another shot.
i love books, writing, movies, music and can easily whoop your ass at trivia.

“A drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts”

And it turns out the sober man’s thoughts are completely fucking crazy.

am i not allowed to have guy friends who don’t want something more..?

greeenmyeyes:

goldbracelet:

this sounds so self absorbed, but seriously this is my life right now…

and by proxy it is mine. i give great advice.

BOYS OF THE WORLD, STOP FALLING IN LOVE WITH CRISTINA.

ALSO SEND MEN NEXT TIME IN LIEU OF A HOARD OF ANGRY, HORMONE OBSESSED YOUNG BOYS

me: nope, youre the shit. you came onto me

the next morning:

him: true ha. also sorry for how drunk i was last night

me: hahaha, its okay 

(but really its not, wtf bro?)

1. not looking forward to hc social, not at all

2. what is this. i don’t even. why? 

3. omg he must feel so embarrassed. or at least i think he does

edit: or mad at me. or both.

am i not allowed to have guy friends who don’t want something more..?

this sounds so self absorbed, but seriously this is my life right now…

When you’re finally done with your project which is due next day:

areflectionofme:

….when it’s finished the day its due

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Day thirteen: My body and my relationship with it

My relationship with my body has become very strange these past few months. Earlier in the year, I loved my body without question. I was, although Jesus I still am, a size four, barely any body fat and a wicked metabolism. I didn’t work out because I didn’t need to.

Now I suddenly have gained ten pounds. This doesn’t sound like the end of the world but for someone who has always been 105-8, suddenly stepping on the scale and seeing “117” scares the shit out of me. Okay, not “scares the shit out of me”, I’m just being melodramatic. It’s a wake up call. I’ve been abusing my body and taking it for granted. I need to start working out and eating properly. I’ve noticed I actually have an ass for the first time ever and my thighs are bigger than normal. 

I still love my body and would not change a thing about it if I had the chance. I just to “treat my body right”. 

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Wheeling: The Official Defintion

It has come to my attention that there are people in the world who are unaware of the term “wheeling”. This baffles me; wheeling is a wonderful way to describe the practices involved in wheeling. 

There are two types of wheeling. First, is the Short-Term Wheeling:

When a boy and a girl meet at da club and they mutually want to see each other naked, they begin talking/flirting.Eventually this leads to grinding, which is when you rub your genitals against their genitals. This leads to making out. The kissing sometimes, for the more adventurous or super fucking drunk, leads to inappropriate touching at da club. You then have the option to take them home for naked inappropriate touching or to move onto the next one.This one night of N.I.T. will lead to extreme awkwardness the next morning. It may turn into a relationship, but good luck with that.


Secondly, there is the Long-Term Wheeling. Admittedly, it is not that different from STW. The main difference is that LTW is done (mostly) sober:

When a boy and a girl like each other, and mutually want to see each other naked they begin talking and flirting. Soon this flirting leads to inappropriate touching. This usually leads to a relationship that consists of more inappropriate touching. However, this can just lead to a lot more inappropriate touching rather than a relationship.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?"
- Trainspotting, 1996
"This woman is Pocahontas. She is Athena and Hera. Lying in this messy, unmade bed, eyes closed, this is Juliet Capulet. Blanche DuBois. Scarlett O’Hara. With ministrations of lipstick and eyeliner I give birth to Ophelia. To Marie Antoinette. Over the next trip of the larger hand around the face of the bedside clock, I give form to Lucrezia Borgia. Taking shape at my fingertips, my touches of foundation and blush, here is Jocasta. Lying here, Lady Windermere. Opening her eyes, Cleopatra. Given flesh, a smile, swinging her sculpted legs off one side of the bed, this is Helen of Troy. Yawning and stretching, here is every beautiful woman across history."
-

chuck palahniuk , tell all (via sydneyohhh)

i need to read this. and his books.

(Source: greeenmyeyes)