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OH MY GOSH BUT WAIT JUST REMEMBERED TEGAN AND SARA WERE IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING OKAY THAT IS ALL
this is before i was calm. sorry i’m a lunatic. but it’s probably better for everyone if i get it over and reveal this about myself. okay. that is all. sorry. ok.
also i get distracted towards the end. don’t be concerned. that’s normal. ok. ok. that’s all.
i’ve just videoed myself singing along to tegan and sara. i’m a lunatic. but it’s no surprise there. shall i post something. hmm. we’ll see.
in my logic class today i was getting all restless and having no attention span like usual and my nose ring came out so i spent like ten minutes trying to put it back in while my professor was doing examples of stuff on the board and every time he would turn around i would try to act like i didn’t have my fingers like all up my nose trying to put it back in but then i stopped caring and it was sort of awkward because i sit like front and center in the class but oh well
totally knitting one of those.
i’ll wear it around all the time and people will become intrigued.
i’ll knit up a whole bunch and supply the world.
(Source: retrogasm, via blauerosen1994)
TIME FOR A HAIR WRAP
YAY YAY YAY
IT’S BEEN TOO LONG WITHOUT ONE
SUPER EXCITED
YEAH
This weekend I told my mom about my plans to build a cabin in the woods. She was surprisingly nonchalant and at ease with the whole idea. It was almost shocking. But I think she just might finally be getting used to the sort of ideas I come up with after living with me for not quite nineteen and a half years. I just hope she doesn’t think I’m just all talk about it though, because it is most definitely happening. I think she believes me though. She has plans too. She wants to build these raised garden things. I’m so excited. This summer is going to be filled with so much nature and gardens and peace in my woods. Maybe I will compile a book of poetry that I’ve written. Or maybe not. I feel awful pretentious or something saying that. I don’t even know. I also hope to paint a great deal, out in the woods of course. One day my job is going to be creating Woodland Kingdoms all across the world. People will live there in communities and have gardens and play music and make art. I think that would be good for the world. Of course, I’m not going to force anyone into such a thing. But, I mean, how could anyone resist?
