Note to self
Rory DeLacy
Reagan [ree-gan]
and
Gray
are probably going to be the names of my future children.
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A dying art
I’ve always enjoyed making playlist/ mixtapes for people. especially people I’m dating.
There’s just something so personal and intimate you can express with perfectly set up playlists. Somehow the songs can whisper more about yourself than you ever could.
It’s like showing a part of your soul to someone else.
and there’s truly an art to making a good one. not too much sappy not too much slow. not too much one type. not too much popular. but it all has to flow. like one big story. and there has to be an underlying theme.
you’ve got to choose songs that you know can impact the person.
that can affect them the same way the person affects you.
songs that when heard ever again anywhere- will be a sure and forever reminder of you to them.
Its a shame more people don’t make them anymore..
I’ll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgment’s on the brink
I’ll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as you’re lying there drifting off to sleep…
I’ll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity’s done to you…
You won’t have to strain to look into my eyesI’ll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won’t catch a cold
Brand New Colony | The Postal Service
enthralled
and beguiled by Christian Grey from the Fifty Shades of Grey series.
this book is utter smut trash written poorly and shames classics like Dorian Gray with its poor writing style..
and the character of Christian Grey is a reckless model of a human being. He is psychologically/sexually deviant and abusive.
HOWEVER.
The actual story is entirely intriguing. I absolutely cannot stop reading the series. Its hauntingly. consumingly. obsessionally. addicting.
and I end this somewhat covertly salacious rant in a single “nom.”
which is exactly what I would do to Christian Grey… and all his fifty shades of effed up- ness
A man tells so many stories, that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
Will Bloom| Big Fish by Tim Burton
obsessed with this video. the lyrics. and the color of his eyes.
In order to stay sane.
I think I’m going to map out my day for tomorrow. sorry if this is obnoxious. :/
6:15: wake up, dress, throw on D.O., head to gym.
6:30: treadmill for 30 mins, abs and light legs 15 mins.
7:15 : Back to the house, shower, dress, beautifyyy.
7:45- 8:50 : breakfast of oatmeal (brown sugarrrrrrrr nom) and tons of water.
8:50- 10:45 : traveling to/ sitting in class.
11:00- 11:45: lunch : broiled chicken sandwich with green beans and a banana with tons of water.
11:45- 2:30 - review macro flashcards/ notes. Oldest to newest. organize homework problems to start working (newest to oldest) .
2:30 - 2:50 - midday snack - chicken leg and green beans. lots of water.
3:00 - 4:45 - review micro notes/ flashcards.
4:45-5: dress for tennis
5:30 - 7:30(estimated) : Tennis playing
8:00 - Dinner… 4-6 egg whites and green beans. lots of water. maybe piece of wheat toast.
8:30- shower/ review over notes/ get ready for bed.
there’s so much I want to add to this. how I heard the worst news of my life and im terrified. but im tired. and its entirely too personal for some blog thinggy.
oh well.
goodnight. see you at 6:15 tomorrow
im officially addicted.
if you get this. I love you.
(via nevvvermind)
Invictus by William Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
