Summertime and the living’s easy. Spending my days at the beach and Disneyland. Learning who matters and who doesn’t. I love home. I love California. But god, I’m counting down the seconds to get the fuck out of here and have a brilliant adventure in Paris. 24 days left. 

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First post since March. And so not sorry.

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This makes me furious. Is it time to move far far away and never come back yet?

valkyriesvagina:

morganlikesthesethings:

glitterstainedsoul:

withallmy-heart-mind-soul:

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY DO NOT SUPPORT THIS MAN

How dare you deprive people of gay porn. FUCK YOU.

That guy is crazy, and Donnie Darko says it best

cyanide pills

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dreaming of adventures.

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lovelovelovelove

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this will be me in 104 days. j’adore. <3

Well its that time of year again. I’m home and loving it. The weather is perfect, I’m relaxed, loving my family, my friends from home and all of the fun I’m having since I’m on break (shopping, beach, disneyland, more shopping, going to a shooting range, bbq and jacuzzi, yogurtland, tv, etc. etc.). I’m dreading going back because of the sheer amount of stress that will reemerge in my life as well as the horrible drop in temperature. But then again, I cannot wait to see my friends again. These kids have been out of my life for about a week and it seems unbearable. Which then makes me want to rush back and be with them again, seeing as the next time I’ll be home will mark the beginning of summer, my favorite and least favorite time of the year. I love home. I miss my friends. The west coast is the best coast, but my friends, my wonderfully weird and crazy friends live in dirty jersey and the land of the quakers. I’m beginning to feel that spring anxiety, where time literally flies so fast and before I know it, I’m in paradise for a quarter of the year without the people I love. I am just tired of being pulled in two very different directions. I guess there’s nothing more to do than go to the beach tomorrow and take everything a day at a time.

The thing about The Voice is that as much as I love the singers, I’m distracted 95% of the time by how much I want to have sex with Adam Levine. I mean come on…

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sums it up.