We all make them, every one of us. Some make more than others. Some will learn what their triggers are and hopefully avoid them in the future, others will see them, cringe, and steamroll right through life, making more and maybe—maybe—avoiding a few.
I’m not at all one to talk about not making questionable decisions. Much of my life for the past two years has been shaped by one egregiously stupid decision and my attempts to atone for it. And still I continue to wander down paths I know to be covered in thistles, broken glass, and poison ivy. I do it with some guilt, some shame, but mostly a vague sense of entitlement, and that idea that if it makes me happy, that’s all that really matters.
There are people whom are affected—directly or indirectly—by how I choose to conduct myself and at the end of the day, I’d want the respect from them that I’m ultimately denying them.
That’s not a way to live. That’s not an energy to put into the universe. So I say here and now, that all stops today. For everyone involved, there’s no other way.
I AM the Grammar Lady. FIX. YOUR. GRAMMAR.
(via zooeydeschanel)
Not the badass singer, just me. I’ve been missing largely due to an insane travel schedule for the month of November and trying to immerse myself in my life rather than treat it as something cool to post to various social media sites about (previous ways I dealt with adventure).
Back in time for winter and Christmas and cookies and bad TV and unprecedented weight gain and a PROMOTION and visits from the bestie, James!
I’m seeing the latter today while he’s out here from LA and I literally could not be more excited. Squee!
Sorry, Tumblr. It’s been so long, I know! I’ll try to be better, now that the Month of Traveling Like A Crazy Person is now over. So much to talk about! Hopefully I’ll get it all out for you. :)
It’s nice to meet you.
There are lots of reasons we’re excited to be launching the Obama 2012 campaign’s new Tumblr today. But mostly it’s because we’re looking at this as an opportunity to create something that’s not just ours, but yours, too.
We’d like this Tumblr to be a huge…
SAY WORD!
Let’s go, boys.
I feel sad for the moments I have missed in the life of the people that I love. Sometimes, even though I try to live with it, no, I lived with it every day.. once and awhile I honestly admit to myself that the distance between us hurts.
(via cassygolightly)
1) I want this on my wall.
2) My facebook profile picture is already of Kanye; it’s an autographed photo he gave to himself reading “To Kanye, Love Kanye”. I want it on my wall, too.
3) Is it creepy if I have a Kanye wall in my room?
4) If you can’t be responsible for a water bottle, we have MANY more problems than whether or not it’s creepy for me to have a Kanye shrine in my room.
(via pasdesolee)
I would marry at least half of the Green Bay Packers, including (but not limited to):
Grant
Rodgers
Matthews
Finley
Jennings
Starks
Woodson
Our two big events concluded this week. I’m exhausted, and thus my only goals for today involve me, my bed, my laundry, my room, and maybe the kitchen. And if I find the Notebook on TV somewhere, that will weave its way into those goals, too.
Thanks to Glee on Tuesday night, I haven’t been able to listen to much other than Coldplay’s “Fix You” and cry about how unfair our relationship is, because it can’t be any other way.
Most of those tears are internal, btw. I’m not walking around, like, a giant, soggy, sobbing mess. Gross.
good day to be from wisconsin!
but let’s be honest… when isn’t it a good day to be from wisconsin?
Sorry, Cassy, I know I’m reblogging your picture and whatnot, also, but you speak absolute truth.
Go Brewers! Go Packers! And once and again, FUCK YOU, CORNHUSKERS. Who can think of a better welcome to the Big 10 than teaching that team how to Bucky? I know I can’t.
