caht

12/02/2009

maybe i’ll start using this again

only because this video is adorable and it made me smile at 4 in the morning.

07/09/2009

“ She came from a place where inexplicable things happened too fast to a place where nothing much seemed to happen at all; only once she spoke of blood on the sidewalk and suddenly it was there for you in her up-and-down, palely accented English, it was present, blood on the sidewalk on the way to nursery school, blood you could understand. Then she ate a fry and it disappeared, dissolved like wet chalk, because the present felt realer, as the present always does: some nights she speaks sharply on the phone in a language you don’t understand, and her voice echoing through the apartment keeps you awake in the New York City dark. You’re twenty-two and it’s scary because everything has ended already and nothing has started yet, and mundane things seem so overpowering until the still air in summer makes you gasp and she buys an air conditioner; for her, it’s simple, she’s always doing things like that – taking care of things. The blood fades into the sidewalk as other things come into play: tests for law school, sublets to find, faxes to send, emails to check, taxes to file (somehow) – she’s what waiting looks like to you. And in the summer, when you come gasping for breath from your room, she turns on the air conditioning. The two of you lie perpendicular on the couches and dream of airplanes.6S (Six Sentences) „

Personal Statements by Rachel Kapelke-Dale

6S (Six Sentences)

06/29/2009

Reblog and bold those you agree with!

discasettes:

livingloud:

I miss somebody right now.
I dont watch TV these days.
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I’m TOTALLY smart.
I’ve broken someone’s bones.
I’m paranoid sometimes.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I LOVE sushi.
I talk really,really fast.
I have long hair.

I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn’t survive without Caller ID.
I like the way i look.
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I have a hidden talent.
I’m always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.
I have a lot of friends.
I am currently single.

I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop.
Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.

I don’t hate anyone.
I’m a pretty good dancer.
I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.
I have a cell phone.
I believe in God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I’ve rejected someone before.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I’ve called the cops on a friend before.
I’m not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex.
I have made a move on a friend’s significant other or crush in the past.
I own the “South Park” movie.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.
I am happy at this moment.
I’m obsessed with guys.
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever i can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous money on makeup.
Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I’m proficient in a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald’s restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went to college out of state.
I like sausages.
I love kisses.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can’t whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I’ve ever written in.
I can’t stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I can’t stand at LEAST one person that i work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.
I’m an artist.
I only clean my room when necessary.

I like a person of the same sex.
I love being happy
I am an adrenaline junkie

06/28/2009

today was great. it finally feels like summer!

today was great. it finally feels like summer!

06/20/2009

(via sabino)
off to San Francisco!

(via sabino)

off to San Francisco!

06/19/2009

GPOY(W)
It’s still Wednesday in California (and I’ll be there in just a few more hours!)
edit - oh shit, I am so off. School is the only thing that keeps my sense of time in check

GPOY(W)

It’s still Wednesday in California (and I’ll be there in just a few more hours!)

edit - oh shit, I am so off. School is the only thing that keeps my sense of time in check

06/12/2009

fueledbyphotos:
my secret:
oh hi, completely relatable ugh

fueledbyphotos:

my secret:

oh hi, completely relatable ugh

06/03/2009

“ What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years; she’s never taken another lover. I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier. „

Dwight, The Office

(via foresting)
look at these fucking hipsters

(via foresting)

look at these fucking hipsters

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