December 2009
244 posts
Kyle: no wonder you buck the "good girl" stereotype to some extent, if your parents are so overbearing.
True story. Apparently I am grounded from driving today. And I was not informed of this.
Why does he do this to me?
The conversation starts out well, and has me laughing and smiling and wondering things I thought had extinguished in me.
And then he gets to playing devil’s advocate.
And then it becomes apparent he’s not really listening to me.
The conversation crawls at a snail’s pace and hardly deserves to be called one—that is, a “conversation.”
And then, I get fed up, I...
One thing I will never understand
How he can’t just have a conversation with me, and not be doing anything else.
erica bakes cakes →
I’ve tentatively started a tumblr for my tentatively-started cake decorating business-y thing of a hobby whachamacallit. Follow if you would like! Ignore the fact that I take awful photos in bad lighting always.
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“‘You are a good person, though. I can tell that much from looking at you....”
– Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
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“One big tear spilled from her eye, ran down her cheek, and splattered on a...”
– Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
“‘I don’t know, it’s stupid being twenty,’ she said....”
– Naoko, Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think...”
– Nagasawa, Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
WHAT POSSESSES MY MOTHER TO VACUUM AT 11:11 PM?
Dear potential suitor,
Please never allow me to do such an absurd thing.
Love,
Erica
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Kings Of Leon—Knocked Up
I...
You can only type one word.
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend? imaginary
3. Your hair? oily
4. Work? cakes 5. Your father? dad?
6. Your favorite thing? loveliness
7. Your dream last night? absent
8. Your favorite drink? fresh
9. Your dream car? existing
10. The room you’re in? dining
11. Your pet? fwuffy
12. Your fears? pain
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? home
14....
It seems I take to entertaining the idea of living in sin much more seriously in the winter.
Tip Our Hats: Guys Who Know Keyboard Shortcuts →
Secret!
I don’t think many people know this about me actually, but!
I can be an insufferable flirt.
God's own spread →
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For real. I can’t tell you how many venders of homemade beer cheese I tested at the great big food show I went to this year with my mom and sister. Oddly, we didn’t buy any, but…
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Buzz: You ever hear of the South Bend Shovel Slayer?
Cousin: No.
Buzz: That's him. Back in'58 he murdered his whole family and half the people on the block with the snow shovel. Been hiding out in this neighborhood ever since. Cousin: Well, if he's the Shovel slayer, how come the cops don't arrest him?
Buzz: Not enough evidence to convict. They never found the bodies, but everyone around here knows he did it. And it will just be a matter of time before he does it again.
Cousin: What's he doing now?
Buzz: He walks up and down the street every night salting the sidewalks.
Cousin: Maybe he's trying to be nice.
Buzz: No way. See that garbage can filled with salt. that's where he keeps his victims. The salt turns the bodies into mummies.
13748.) I dreamed that we were married with kids....
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Sorry, again, for the onslaught of reblogs.
i'm pretty excited by the fact that it is raining...
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ammirare:
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kentucky is too poor to afford snow
Wait a minute. Kentucky? Do I know you?
no clue, i’m from danville…went to centre
Um… I’m a sophmore at Centre now?! Sorry for the annoying reblogs, but… Howdy!
13664.) I am secretly afraid that I will always be...
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Where orientation for my semester abroad takes... →
by the way
ventisette:
who even wears make up anyways?
overrated am I right?
I am right.
It’s good to know I’m not some unclassy near-20 freak because I don’t always fix myself up every day.
Shush about the expensive makeup I got today for Christmas.
i'm pretty excited by the fact that it is raining...
thumbswithhands:
kentucky is too poor to afford snow
Wait a minute. Kentucky? Do I know you?
I just received an email detailing the region of Mexico that I’ll be living in next semester—Mérida, the capital city of the Yucatan province. A couple things I was instantaneously cheered by:
1. Fresh flower markets. This is something I’ve dreamed about and wanted to experience for a long while!
2. Every day of the week there is a regular public music or dance performance,...
Part of me thinks that, well, if you just don’t get it—whether or not you sympathize or empathize with me in finality—you’re really not worth getting bent out of shape over.
Sweet.
My iTunes on shuffle knows me and plays the best sad songs when I need them.
Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed? What melody will see him in my arms again? I’ll sing of the walls of the well And the house at the top of the hill I’ll sing of the bottles of wine That we left on our old windowsill I’ll sing of the usual spin Getting sadder and older, oh love
—Beirut, “Cliquot”