May 19, 2012 •

SUMMER :) this song does it for me. memories :)

May 11, 2012 • 2,293 notes • • -imstillyours

:)

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April 18, 2012 •

Hope and love. 
I’m still looking up.  

April 12, 2012 •

Two Decades Down

Today, on my twentieth birthday, I say goodbye to my teenage years. Okay, so while it’s not a big deal to some, I’m super sentimental and this is SO SAD to me! I’ve been a teenager for so long… and now I’m just. not. How strange. Anyways, I wanted to reflect on those years, now, when I remember them pretty clearly. 

I moved to Marshfield when I was twelve years old. I began my teenage years in Wisconsin, and am now ending them at the University of Wisconsin. So much has changed. I made many, dear, and genuine best friends. My life consisted of Columbus, best friends, volleyball, Columbus, mom&dad, One Tree Hill, home, school, friends, Buddy, volleyball, Columbus, babcia i jaja, Madison, glee, and studying. Middle school and high school at Columbus was the absolute best. That place will always feel like home to me. I probably spent more time in those limited halls than I ever did at my actual home. I met some of the best friends a girl could have. Megan, Victoria, Molly, Devin.. and then Kayla, Collin, Brian, Greg, Tyler, David, Abby, Mike, Kylie, Matt… I love them all and always will for those memories we made. We’ve all had some fights, some that destroyed us and some that made us stronger. Devin and I had four major break ups (we just recently discussed this), but I’m SO happy that we’ve gotten past them. A fight with a BEST friend hurts so badly, even if you try to ignore it and act like everything’s okay and you’re just fine. BUT it’s okay. We’re closer than ever now. :)

Don’t get me wrong, my teenage years wasn’t just all fun, games, and the occasional dramatic fight. There was heartbreak too. Every time mama left for a new place for her job, the rollercoaster that was that boy, when dad got into that accident at work right before that physics exam.. it’s life. It happens. I think I’ve gotten through all the petty drama, the accidents, the heartache pretty well. I’m always the most logical when giving advice to others, but it’s always a harder task following it myself. But I think I’ve done pretty well, in retrospect. 

At eighteen, I left the comfort of home, of mom and dad, of my baby boy, of Columbus and my best friends. I entered into Madison, back into thousands of new people and culture! I really missed that in Marshfield. I’m a city girl, after all! Let’s be honest, freshman year, Madison kicked my butt. I managed alright, but I never expected it to be this hard! So, so hard. I’ve always been so used to being one of the smarter people in school, never having to really try. Well, in Madison, every single person here was in that situation in high school. Also, there’s a lot of legitimate geniuses. They scare me. Thankfully, I’ve learned to roll with punches, and am now doing so very well in my fourth semester here! and have I mentioned that I LOVE IT? well, I do. So much. It challenges me daily, academically and physically. I walk everrrywhere. And the people! I’ve met such amazing people while being here! I love my friends, my roommates, my house, my neighborhood, the lake, state street, the buildings.. I just love it all. Best decision ever. I’m still a bio major, possibly looking to graduate early with either a double major or a minor in global health! Still looking to medical school, but we’ll see! I’m honestly just focused on getting my 4.0’s and graduating from Madison.. I mean. That is quite a feat! I’ll be so happy if I can accomplish that. 

If the teenage years were the decade of dreaming and planning, now it’s onto the decade of doing. My twenties will be the time of fulfilling all of those goals and plans made for the future. The actual time to start living out my path in life. When you’re a teen, you pretty much do what society/your parents allow you to. Now, as you get older, it’s all on you. I’ll graduate college, get into grad school sommmewhere, and live out my career. Only God really knows where I’ll end up, but here’s hoping for New York! This will be the decade where I, hopefully, find the boy I’m supposed to spend my life with, get married, be a bridezilla, and have babies! I know what I want..and it’s Cory Monteith. :)but really, as fantastic as that would be, I’m definitely open to possibilities! I’m so excited for this decade, even though I will only be getting older and older. So many new things to experience yet! & being older gives me the chance for so many more opportunities :)

So.. goodbye, teenage years! You were great, really. I’ll remember you fondly! Your experiences, people, and moments have molded me into who I am today. Now, it’s time to grab life by reins and see what happens. I’ve dreamt big, and now I can’t wait for the ride! 

March 21, 2012 • 15 notes • • a-rach

a-rach:

March 18, 2012 • 971 notes • • sircorymonteith

I ship Cory with animals. <3

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March 15, 2012 •
Snow. Everywhere. Beautiful.  Walking home from chem in this was no fun, but this makes it worth it.  Bascom Hill. 

Snow. Everywhere. Beautiful. 

Walking home from chem in this was no fun, but this makes it worth it. 

Bascom Hill. 

March 4, 2012 •
March 1, 2012 •
A loyal companion &amp; an open road.  Life, as it should be. 

A loyal companion & an open road. 

Life, as it should be. 

February 23, 2012 •
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Ayn Rand

- favorite quote. 

February 12, 2012 • 2,406 notes • • thedailywhat

msmicheleberry:

whatwasrightseemswrong:

Adele’s Grammy performance.

FUCKING FLAWLESS 

January 29, 2012 •

I’m obsessed with your old Hollywood glamour, Lana Del Rey. The voice, the lyrics, the story..beautiful, smokey, melancholy. A timeless truth: there is still pleasure to be had in serving the person you love, no matter the sacrifice. 

January 19, 2012 • 4 notes •
January 19, 2012 • 5 notes •
Molly, me, and Bee! =)

Molly, me, and Bee! =)

January 6, 2012 • 10 notes •

Date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

 She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

-Rosemarie Urquico