chopped all my long hair away! as scary as it was to watch all that hair fall to the ground, i knew i needed a change to celebrate the end of my undergraduate adventures. i am so happy i am graduating in june with a bfa in creative writing and i don’t even have to take classes spring quarter!! for everyone who feels like the homework is never-ending and the stress of school is too much, just KEEP going! it’s so worth the feeling of accomplishment when you are finally done :]
and i am sooo nervous about this little power point presentation i have to give in less than an hour for my sociology class. man, at twenty one, i am still a shy baby :]
wish me luck fellow tumbl-buddies!
My advice to you fellow tumblrs - make sure that when you sign a lease with three guys that you are absolutely positive that they are capable and mature enough to pay their share of bills and rent. I am so sick of playing mom with these two guys who rarely give my boyfriend and I any cash for the Internet and utilities which average out to over 250 bucks a month!!! Only two months to go though!!! Gahhhhhhhh!!
this picture is stunning and makes me so giddy about that day that i get to put on a white dress. that being said, i’ve been pretty cynical lately about marriage and weddings. there are about five or more girls from my high school class that are engaged or married. and i just don’t really get why they would do that. if love lasts forever then why is everyone getting married at twenty one? why not wait five more years and see if this guy is really worth it? don’t misunderstand me; i definitely want a husband one day but i feel like it will be so much more fulfilling to wait until i am around thirty or meet someone that i absolutely know i will never want to leave and who won’t hurt me one day. my twenties are going to be all about ME and discovering exactly who that is. and until i know who i am, i am not going to worry about signing my life away to someone else.
(Source: maketimetotime, via sunnythunderstorms)
"Why are people sad? That’s simple. They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask if that plan is theirs or if it was created by another person. They accumulate experiences, memories, things, other people’s ideas, and it is more than they can possibly cope with. And that is why they forget their dreams."