Of all the existences I believe one day I will be special. I can see a great love ahead out of a fantasy sparkling and glowing gently as if to say “come. Be alive in every way. Be undeterred by a fierce shadowed world around you. Cry. Smile. Become truly tired. Sleep. Live in the beauty of a tomorrow I know you have in your heart.” I long for the day I can no longer dream. I wait for a tomorrow as described by my heart and pray my existence as this world may see is risen from an ash ridden enemy called present. And I pray and hope with my life that when it ends, my soul should turn to dust and spread throughout the earths surface so i can see the beauty of ages ahead always. An existence in which I must search out the wonder in all. There is no other world in my eyes.
I am so tired of people. My big sister seems to think she can just do whatever and make a mess without getting in trouble. Not only is she temporarily living here but she’s old enough to get kicked out and seems determined to make that happen. I hope it does because I’m really tired of her crap. If you want to be an ass then fine, but take your crap with you so I can find the floor!
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I am a Cumberlady, thank you very much.
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I SAW WHERE COOKIES WEREN’T
AND SAID
NO
THIS WILL NOT DO
THIS WILL NOT DO
I MADE MY OWN FOOD WITH SCIENCE.
Every time I see this on my dash I smile.
Cookies are fucking goddamn delicious.
baking is manly as hell
bro is this you
THIS IS AMAZING
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Lee Gi Kwang, if you aren’t the cutest thing ever, then I’m a homegrown radish.
to-put-my-arms-in-fragile-hands:
I certainly hope she said “yes.”
That box is just too perfect
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