How did everything just end up like this. This is all just too much for me.
Considering I volunteered for the past three years at Festival of Trees, I might as well make a transformation post cause I take pics after I volunteer. and like idk i’ll reflect? I look kinda different now like my hair and my cheeks aren’t as big when I smile cause I lost so much weight. Plus I finally ditched the blackberry I can take better pics HAHA. But some things haven’t changed like the same towel in the background hahaha and same smile I guess idk same me???
omg this g10-g12 comparison is so weird/funny hahaha
omg this day fucking sucked. is this week gonna be torture cause last week was amazing and everything has to be balanced right?
wtf am i even saying like wow i need sleep like i’m already in bed ready to sleep cause i’m so tired from this day. literally nothing good happened except spare but whatever.
The sky when it snows is absolutely perfect. It can be 1 o’clock in the morning and bright outside. The silence of everything when it snows is beautiful. You can barely hear a sound when the snow covers everything. Just watching the snow fall and stick to the ground is beautiful. Yeah I guess it sucks that it’s cold and you have to shovel it out, but coming in from the cold and putting on warm clothes, sitting in the heat, and drinking hot chocolate is so relaxing. I miss the snow so much.
I had such a perfect week last week. I’m so thankful for all the good things that happened. I know this post will be so pointless, but I seriously need a break from studying.
‘All of us are better when we’re loved.’
Read a post recently on the difference between poster art and DVD cover art. In that light, I thought I’d share some of my favorite movie posters from Disney Animated Canon. When the piece you use to represent an artistic achievement is a work of art in its’ own right, you have something truly special on your hands.
[LOUD, WISTFUL SIGH]
I think I fall a little in love with people when I catch them in small moments, when they think no one’s looking at them, when they absently twirl a strand of hair between their fingers, when they lick their thumb to turn a page in a book. There’s something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought, or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm, or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at them.