October 2010
24 posts
“…levels of serotonin in couples who are madly in...
September 2010
33 posts
interior design fascinates me.
in the sense that the way you pick furniture and the way it is placed in a room can really be a display of who you are.
so?
i think im gunna start writing essays here.
i had a lot of fun writting my college essay, and would enjoy wirtting more.
i think all you lovely people should give me topics to write about.
so everyone
what should i talk about?
so i have this idea/project.
i want to send a letter to all the people that have inspired me.
whether it be whole bands, directors, personalities, what have you, i want to send them a letter.
and in that leter i want to send a buisness card. and in the letter i will ask them to sign and return the card(i will include postage and an envelope) and them im going to put them all together and frame them.
ya dig?
wristcutters:a love story
Miller: Why dont you just tell her?
Zia: Tell her what?
Miller: Tell her that you love her!
it doesnt matter.
because in this world, everything’s perfect.
it feels like a friday.
so ive been bummin out like it is one.
school tommorow will be a blast.
this is a post.
i should do these more often.
ive been busy.
studio redux.
yearbook opener.
school.
thingswiththisgirlthatskindofnice.
oops.
anywho.
now you know about my life.
later tumblr.
1 tag
hey olivia.
i think youre pretty.
we should hang out.
uh...
is tumblr 100% broken for anyone else?
olive.
(so this is gunna be really cheesy, but im working on college essays and i was told to write one about someone and i happen to enjoy that persons company so i’m doing it)
in short, olivia gonzales is my best friend. i can literally go to her with anything. but thats not what this is about. this is about who she made me.
i met olivia just this past summer. litterally right after summer...
yesterday.
was literally one of the best days of my life.
p.s.
that was my 200th post.
i feel it was worthy.
these are the tattoos i want.
first one.
a sail boat sailing into a sunset, with the words “we cant control the winds, but we can adjust the sails” around it. in honor of my late grandfather. on the left shoulder blade.
something commereating my grandfather that passed away more recently, mostly likely a bridge. its a long story. right shoulder blade.
an amper stand (thats this= &) on the bottom side of my...
ITS SO FUCKING NICE OUT
I LOVE IT
exactly one month ago today.
i was sitting on a rocky beach, with her in my arms, asking myself how the world could be more perfect in that one moment. and it couldn’t have been. if it was inf act any better it would be called heaven, and i would be dead.
today, i sit here alone in my bedroom staring at the same stars we saw that night acting like they’re windows to the past and i can see us sitting there again.
...
today
was interesting.
heres something that pisses me off.
“i hate guys”
“guys are all the same”
“guys jsut make me sick:
STOP GOING AFTER DOUCHES AND YOULL BE FINE.
YOU KNOW YOUR BEST FRIEND WHO’S A GUY, I BET YOU THAT YOU HAD A SHOT WITH HIM AND YOU COULD BE IN A WONDERFUL RELATIONSHIP RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
NOT ALL GUYS ARE THE SAME. YOU FUCKING IGNORANT BITCH.
GET OVER YOURSELF.
YOU DONT DESERVE A DECENT...
school.
is pretty awesome this year. not gunna lie
my classes are great.
im head of everything i care about thats not academic.
sweetness.
im currently procrastinating.
which is going to bit me in the ass.
hey there.
i promise ill try to post more frequently. nw that that challenge is over.
words and stuff.
im a nervous wreck.
day30
me?
well
for starters my name is andrew weir. i hail from the land of new jersey, and i like to think im pretty much a boss.
i enjoy everything artistic, im best at music. halloween is my holiday. colorguard is my sport. the devils are my team.
ive been raised well. i thank god for everything i have. i’m the youngest of three. which studies say a)gives me a more likely hood of being...
