moving on.

i'm moving myself back to tumblr.

see ya.

i lost my patience with the lord.

so, this is the new year.

i normally don't get too excited about the new year. i make resolutions i know i won't keep and think things will be different. there's so much coming up this year though. so many incredibly important things that i feel like i may just explode.

2012:
-i'll be taking my first ap class which will either be the success or death of me.
-i have to apply for my first scholarships this summer.
-i will be seventeen.
-dakota graduates.
-dakota and i will have to figure out where our relationship stands and how it will work with him at college.
-i'll be trying out for field commander.
-i will be applying to college.
-SENIOR YEAR.

i hope you have the time of your life.

after college, i want to spend my life making a difference. i don't want fame out of this. i simply want to write articles so incredibly truthful and blunt that the american people have to listen. they have to own up to themselves and fix their problems because of what i'm writing. i know this might seem like an incredibly far fetched idea."if they don't listen to anyone now, why you you think they'll listen to you later?" because in five years time, we will be inevitably on the verge of collapse, and i refuse to sugarcoat that fact any longer.
then, when i have a family and feel the need for a slower pace, i want to plan people's dream weddings. i want to make enough money that i can also throw an utter ably deserving couple their dream wedding for absolutely no cost to them.

i believe it's simple enough.

holocene.

sometimes, i think i'm against love. the more i think about it, the less i want to love anything or be in love. but, it is entirely too impossible to help myself. i can feel the need to love and be loved sinking into my pores.

i probably sound like a crazy old lady that bakes all day and has a million cats.

to do list.

let's all just live simple, beautiful, wild, and free.

in a sweater poorly knit.

my new obsessions: sweaters or sweatshirts, scarves, skinny jeans, and moccasins. it's what i've worn practically every day lately.

the time of your life.

I've been visiting colleges recently.Currently, I have looked at Western Kentucky University, Austin Peay State University, and Vanderbilt. I still plan on going to University of Tennessee-Knoxville and Chattanooga. Let's go in order of worst to best from what I've seen so far.

3. Austin Peay State University
Pros: I really, really, really like their President's Emerging Leaders Program. There's a ton to get involved with. Their academics are actually really good too.
Cons: It's a total suitcase school. No one stays there over the weekend. Plus, it's in Clarksville. What the hell's in Clarksville?

2. Western Kentucky University

Pros: The campus is so nice. They have everything. Nice dorms, a free rec center, good food, a cute town. They are also in the top eight schools in the nation for journalism. (That's what I plan to do, by the way)

Cons: It is out of state, so my HOPE scholarship won't apply there.

1. Vanderbilt University

Pros: It is beautiful. The campus is in the best part of Nashville. Their programs are all connected with national and international businesses to get you connections. The food is good. The freshmen are put in houses and compete for a house cup. Just like Harry Potter.

Cons: It's so expensive...

let's give thanks.

i'm thankful for...

my boyfriend.

my family.

my best friend.

my other best friend.

today, stay merry, get fat, let milk squirt out your nose, hold your thanks up, and keep your faith.

it's a great day, boys and girls.

the damned and the beautiful.

"it's you who are very romantic and young. it's you who are infinitely more susceptible and afraid of your calm being broken.it's me who tries again and again to be moved-let myself go a thousand times, and i'm always me. nothing quite stirs me. yet," he murmured after another long pause, "there was something about that little girl with her absurd tan that was eternally old-like me."

skinny love.

so, you turned eighteen today.
this is it. this is the last everything. what happens next? i don't know if i believe in god, but i pray for this to work.


it just has to...

we're all fragile pretty little things.

awake my soul.

maybe it's your turn to ask me to do something. maybe it's your turn to say "i love you". maybe it's your turn to call me at night.
maybe it's your turn to want me...

there are cooler ways to die.

no one realizes how much smoking really does until you go on vacation. you're in florida or somewhere with a semi-humid, warm climate. the kind that makes your make-up melt off and you hair cringe at the outdoors. all around are the elderly who have been smoking for decades. their skin resembles leather. they wheeze as they speak. their fingers have an odd tint to them. they gasp for breath walking out the door.
a cigarette still hangs from their dying lips.

early bird gets the worm.

have you ever had one of those mornings where you just don't want to start the day? where you have to pee, but your bed is the safest place to go after that. where you're starving, so you take your breakfast back to your room. where your eyes hold their heaviness for hours after they've opened because you've refused to rub the sleep away.
those mornings don't come around enough.