currently engulfed in:

all worth reading. even guys.

to all

the guys
who steal my number from the break room at work... go back to your girlfriend who's presumably pregnant. i have had enough drama in my life and don't need extra in case i run out.

the girls
who get with guys and after fewer than two months, start saying "i love you babe" and "forever"... you're setting yourself up for heartbreak and i feel bad for you, yet laugh at you at the same time.

MY FRIENDS BACK HOME:
i officially worked my last day yesterday and am now free as a bird until January when I must start hunting for a job... as a nineteen year old. i can't wait to see you at Thanksgiving!!

what happened

to the me that didn't care?

solitary.

in case you didn't already know, these past few months have been amazing just being ALONE. untouched, unbothered. i'm excited to go back home (and apparently, i've moved. wtf)... but i haven't missed anyone. in general, i miss my family and friends, but i just want to be by myself. all the time. i guess i've changed.

can't wait forrrrr..

stinica and rash reunion.
thanksgiving with my family.
vlpv reunion.
so real cru reunion for daniel alvarez's funeral/andrew atangan's birthday.
sleeping on my queen bed again.

steel magnolia.

delicate interior,
rough and unbreakable exterior.

free to

not give a flying fuck.

THE BRIDGE.

riveting documentary.
don't worry, it's not any subtle hint.

PART ONE.



PART TWO.



PART THREE.

* remember what the little boy, sebastian, says about a minute into the clip. haha



PART FOUR.



PART FIVE.



PART SIX.



PART SEVEN.



PART EIGHT.



PART NINE.



PART TEN.



watch this music video.

* p.s. i know the girl in the video with the blonde hair who says at the end, "i tried hurting myself but i'm glad i got help..."



twice a month. someone has jumped.
pray for them.
appreciate your loved ones.

philosophy.