holy shit i’m finally moving tomorrow!

i get to have a social life again!

"After a long day, you just want to go home and shove the closest edible thing into your mouth and watch whatever is on Netflix instant. And on weekends, you try to psych yourself up to go out at night but then you realize you are just so damn tired and Netflix instant sounds awesome. And there’s all that driving and like, having to wear pants."

- “TOP TEN SIGNS YOU’RE AN ADULT” by Almie Rose (via darkdankstankmoss)

My life in winter

(Source: hellogiggles.com)

Funniest Figure Skating Faces

doyourwardance:

This made me laugh really hard. I don’t know…

Purple vest is perfect

"Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul."

- Jalal ad-Din Rumi

(Source: lucifelle)

Saying goodbye

this is going to be sad mainly because it is about my car and not a person. And no one loves their car like i love my car. correction, no one loves a piece of shit car as much as i love my piece of shit car.

i got this car in 2001. technically my sister got this car, but she immediately moved to nyc and left it in my care. ‘98 Toyota Camry, in that gray/silver/neutral color that almost every other camry is. i was super stoked because my cd player could plug into a tape adapter and i could play it through my radio.

So i have had this car for fucking 11 years. that is almost half my life. i drove this car in my driver’s test. i drove it the next day when i hit some guy’s car in a parking lot. i drove me and my best friend in it to and from school. now i drive in it to and from our apartment. i drove it to prom. i drove it to shitty broadripple parties when i was 18. and i drive it to shitty broadripple bars now.

i got 3 flat tires once driving to see an amour with a drunk navigator. i almost totalled it crashing into a tree. i got pulled over in it for going 85 in a construction zone of 465 while singing Wind Beneath my Wings by Bette Midler. and it still fucking runs.

Ok so it barely runs. the steering wheel shakes so hard that it hurts other people to drive it. the noises it makes sounds like death rattles. the tape player doesn’t work. the driver’s window doesn’t always roll down. when it does, it doesn’t always roll back up. it’s covered in cigarette ash, diet coke and god knows what else. but i’ve left the lights on overnight and she starts. i’ve left it in freezing conditions on E and she starts. i’ve ran over more things than i care to mention and she still starts.

and everyone i truly love has learned to love her. if you love me, you kinda have to love my car. or at least appreciate the adventures you’ve had in her.

but now it’s time to get rid of her. my mother bought a new car and still has her old one in great condition (1998 vw passat). so i need to be responsible and take this working car and get rid of the Glamry (yes I call her that) and be an adult in my adult car. but i just don’t want to do it. i want to put her in a demolition derby and take her out like she deserves. i want to have a viking burial. i want to get a couple handles of cheap vodka and a 30 brick of keystone light and drink myself silly in her. i just love this car so damn much.

i’ve got less than a month to let her go and i just don’t want to. i want to just blog all these stupid stories about my car and how i love her so much and make all my followers tell me loving stories about me and them and my car. because i’m a sap. and the Camry is a work of fucking art.

my life and the camry’s life overlap. and it’s beautiful. woman and machine. fucking awesome.

and if you knew her, you’ll miss her. because she is as badass as me. and she is way more resilent then me. and because you probably threw up in her.