Nobody can pronounce my name.. Im what people would call "eccentric" (thats a nice way of saying Im a freak). Im an animated talker, a vivid dreamer, and a creeper.
Im Pwny, "that horse girl", "the girl who does art".
I like horribly vulgar Hardcore EDM, I dont compromise my ideals for ANYBODY. The only person who could ever tell me "No" is my Fiancee.. And we both hate cake.
Please enjoy viewing this horrible collection of "me".
Even when you’ve paid enough
Been pulled apart or been held up
Every single memory of the good or bad
Don’t lose any sleep tonight
I’m sure everything will end up alright
Take me away from here.
Lazy sunday with my boy. I love this picture. Every time I see it..
So after a rather stupid christmas weekend - ending with “2011 is why we cant have nice things” theme, I was feeling rather shitty.
But no. This really fucking amazing guy of mine, he just makes it so hard to stay upset. Especially when he accompanies me to stupid akward family dinners where we get left out of the conversation because we are “those kids”. We cant tell you how this semester went, because we were too busy struggling in the real world these past 12-18 weeks. Yea, we like drugs, and yes we look funny. What upsets them the most is that we are making it - and we dont give a fuck what people think either way..
And then we wreak havoc while buying our lunchables and capri-suns at the walmart
we are such assholes..
But oh god we are so in love.
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I saw this for the first time the other night. My fiancee insisted I watch it with him. Dear god, I have not cried that hard over a movie, EVER.
(Source: xlovebug, via my-own-little-diary-of-sorts)
I got a really impressive fortune cookie today.
“Your dearest wish will come true”.
I miss Jordan. :/ cant wait for friday.
This should be in our vows
I feel like we have been through hell and back, and back again this past year.
I still Love him like the first day I saw him. MY stomach sti
l ties itself in exciteable knots after a long day of nothing, and then going home to him.
Im bored and I’m ready for Jordan to come home.
I turn into a bitter wench without him to inspire some kind of compassion and likeability in myself.
I have been so blank since he left. I got to visit with my best friend yesterday night, and that was best ever.. she should just come back :| Or Jordan should come home.
I just should not be by myself, I get really funny, left to myself.
In commemoration of “finding each other day” (not our actual anniversary, but the day my fiancee and I met) I am making this post.
Today, I had a friend of mine tell me that she and her boyfriend of 8 months have been discussing becoming engaged. She goes on to tell me that she truly loves this boy, and thinks he may be her soul mate, but does not want to get ahead of herself.
I reassuredly told her
“Jordan and I had known each other all of about 2 months before he proposed Time is only a measurement. Love is an immeasurable thing”
I stand by these words.
THEN RAISE THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KIDS! AND GIVE YOU ALL THE MOTHERFUCKING LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU’D EVER FUCKING NEED. AND PAY THE HELL OUT OF THAT FUCKING MORTGAGE. AND THEN WHEN THE GUTTERS ARE CLOGGED I’LL GET UP THAT FUCKING LADDER AND CLEAN THAT SHIT UP WHILE YOU STAND BY THE KITCHEN WINDOW COMICALLY JUDGING MY WORK. AND THEN WE CAN VACUUM THE FUCK OUT OF OUR CARPET SO HARD THAT WE’LL HAVE TO GET A NEW ONE. WE’LL WASH OUR CLOTHES SO GODDAMN FUCKING HARD. FORGET NO RINSE, WE’LL USE HIGH FUCKING SPEED. BUY A FUCKING MINIVAN TO STUFF OUR BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BABIES INTO IT AND DRIVE THE FUCK OUT OF IT. THEN WE CAN GO SOME FUCKING PARENT-TEACHER MEETINGS AND MEET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KID’S TEACHER. THEN JUDGE THE SHIT OF HER IN THE CAR. AND WE CAN THEN PILE ALL THE CHILDREN IN THE FUCKING MINIVAN AND GO TO THE STORE AND SHOP FOR GROCERIES SO HARD THAT WE ACTUALLY HAVE TO MAKE MORE THAN TWO TRIPS TO GET ALL THAT SHIT INSIDE THE HOUSE. AND THEN COOK THE FUCK OUT OF OUR KITCHEN UNTIL WE HAVE NO FOOD LEFT AND WE FEAST ON THAT SHIT FOR FUCKING DAYS. I WILL EAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR HOMEMADE COOKIES. THEN WASH THE SHIT OUT ON THE DISHES TOGETHER UNTIL OUR ENTIRE HANDS GET FUCKING PRUNEY. WE’LL WATCH OUR KIDS FUCKING GRADUATE AND MOTHER FUCKING TEAR UP LIKE THE BADASS BOSSES WE FUCKING ARE. WE WILL GROW SO DAMN OLD TOGETHER, WE WILL LOOK LIKE FUCKING RAISINS. I WILL FUCKING TELL YOU EVERY SINGLE SECOND HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE YOU. HOLDING EACH OTHER’S FUCKING HANDS SO HARD THAT WE CAN’T FUCKING LET GO. UNTIL WE DIE AND ROT AS MOTHERFUCKING CORPSES TOGETHER. TIL DEATH DO US FUCKING PART. HAPPILY EVER FUCKING AFTER.
