We’re still learning. Shit happens. We cheat, we lie, we criticize, we fight over stupid things. We fall in love and end up getting hurt. We bitch, bitch, BITCH. We bitch about bitches being bitches. We party till dawn, we drink till we pass out. We hate people for no reason, we call each other names. We stay up late having deep conversations, or stay up late just to THINK. We go out and have a kick ass time with our friends and THOSE WILL BE THE MEMORIES. One day that’s going to all pass. You can waste your time focusing on all the bad things, but one day you’re gonna wish you were still a teenager. So make the most of what you have now, forget all the bullshit and drama and LIVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE WITH A SEXY SMILE ON YOUR FACE.”
(via daaangjennie, bbyxstina)
(via kristinaldn)
Bought this in London back in March (wow that feels like forever ago). Soooo delicious. It’s the perfect thing to eat after facing my parents’ well-intentioned but stubborn idiocy haha
By Dimpleicious
I know you like to think that you’re very wise and understanding of colleges and the admission process, but you actually don’t. GRADES AREN’T EVERYTHING. There are plenty of perfect people who don’t get accepted into ivies. And if I get into a college, I want it to be on my own merit and my own terms, not through some “strategy” that you cooked up that involves applying for some “easy to get into” school within that college that I have absolutely no interest in, just so I could transfer after I get accepted. I understand that you are highly invested in my future and I am appreciative of all your effort, but please stop shoving your bs advice in my face.
When I say that there are no good guys in my school (to get involved with), I don’t mean NO GUYS PERIOD, even if it seems I do. So yeah, I am really picky. Yeah, I feel that relationships in high school aren’t really that worth it and it’s kind of on the back burner for me. Maybe it’s because I’ve known these guys for so long that sighing over them seems slightly incestuous; maybe I just haven’t met the right one yet. But just because I don’t confide in all my friends every time I get a fluttery feeling inside, or think, hey that guy, I can actually come to like him, doesn’t mean that I suck with guys, am a stuck-up guy-hater bitch, or an emotionless harpy. (or whatever else you said, Raj. lol)
cheeeamonica:(via thenamesemily)
story of my life.
Just don’t even talk to me anymore. I lose interest RIGHT after that.
lol michael
I cringe a little inside every time I think about how asian I am. Lol I have no life