Art is an easy way of writing a book when you don't know a story line.

Okay so I know I haven't made anything in a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnngg time but bygones, you know. So much has happened in the last eight months that I am practically a different person. I've gone through a bunch because eight months ago I was just getting out of a very bad period of depression. I've done a lot of weird things since then but I'm so happy lately and that's what's most important and it's great. I'm not like back on polyvore so I won't promise weekly sets or anything but I figured it was about time that I make a new one or two.
 
3-26-12 omg can I just say I made this set two days ago and within two hours of it being posted only one person like it and I was just like that depressed meme face (not the forever alone one but the one that's like oh... sigh). So i just refreshed my thing and I saw my activity at 59! So I go though and I see this as at top art set with 59 likes and I was just like UERNGFEAFJEOASFJKEALS AWMEGAWSH HONORED :D :D :D like I seriously didn't even know nor would I have guessed nfueahfeioj omg TOP that's crazy THANKS SOOO MUCH :D *happy tear

Today I went to the beach to go sun tanning. Out of no where it starts pouring. No one left the beach. So instead of going inside I sat out on my soaking beach blanket watching people surf and texting on my zip-locked cell phone. It was awesome. I highly recommend to anyone who hasn't experienced this, when there's no thunder and lightning and it's pouring go to the beach in a bathing suit and sit on a towel. It's just cool.

I saw the midnight premiere of Harry Potter on Thursday and part of my life ended at that moment. I started reading the Harry Potter books in second grade and finished them this past year. I'm now 15 and I've grown up and gone though fazes of obsession about Harry Potter. I even flew to NY to see Daniel's show and I met him! I am a Harry Potter fan. Always have been, always will be. And I will never ever let it die. So long as I don't

Fate likes screwing with me. If I get super happy in the morning that night something terrible will make me cry. And visa versa. If I have a sucky day I can hope tomorrow will be better. But if I have a great day, even staying in bed wont save me the next.

why do boys have to be so confusing?