Tell Me I'm Wrong.
21, craft-aholic dog lover.
I worship the ground where Martha Stewart walks.
All day today.
Somebody wants you,
Somebody needs you,
Somebody dreams about you every single night,
Somebody can’t breathe,
Without you it’s lonely,
Somebody hopes that one day you will see…
That somebody’s me.
I’m an old lady
Since my birthday and Christmas are only 6 days apart, here’s my list for this year :)
-Cuisinart or Kitchenaid food processor
-Martha Stewarts Pies and Tarts Cookbook
-Pre-order of Joy the Baker Cookbook
-Hall & Oates Greatest hits
-Martha Stewart Crafts Knit & Weave Loom Kit
-Aldi’s, Michaels (Yes, my workplace hahaha), Hobby Lobby, or Jo-Ann’s gift cards :)
So yesterday I went to Starbucks because I had like four dollars in my wallet and I was thirsty. Anyways, after the lady took my order like usual they ask you what your name is right? Well being me and all in my head I was like “The name Nick is too boring let’s spice this mother fucker up”. So I told the lady my name was Voldemort in the most calm way I could and for like two minutes she looked at me like I was fucking crazy. So I awkwardly walked away and sat down for like another five minutes or so until my drink came, and when I looked at the name on the cup I couldn’t help but to laugh for the longest time.
this is so perfect.
(via irisill)
#pissed
WTF IS THIS NONSENSE… can’t watch last nights episode of Glee for 8 days online.
Mystery Skulls - Unstoppable
Fuck
Why isn’t there something I can take to kill the part in my brain that’s always telling me, “you’ll never be happy.” ?
Venting
I hate thinking negative thoughts that give myself anxiety attacks. Then I have to hold my breath till I can breathe again. I know that sounds insane too. But its like self sabotage. If that makes sense. Then I’m stuck pretending I’m not losing it on the inside.
