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Two-week vacation movie list

And now, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the epic motherfucking list of movies I’m watching while I’m free.  

 *drum roll* 

  1. Pulp Fiction
  2. Gigantic
  3. The Go-Getter
  4. Whip It
  5. Its kind of a funny story
  6. Zack and Miri make a Porno
  7. Sunshine Cleaning
  8. Wristcutters: A love story
  9. The Art of Getting By
  10. Adam
  11. Happythankyoumoreplease
  12. An education
  13. Submarine
  14. Rocket Science

 …and of course. The Avengers  

The hard part is finding someone who will enjoy watching them with me.    

And this one reminds me of how I really need to make a new friend, listen to new stories and interests. Probably most people that don’t know me think I’m a stuck up bitch, I’m just shy and socially awkward when it comes to small talk, and medium talk… and large talk. 

And this one reminds me of how I really need to make a new friend, listen to new stories and interests. Probably most people that don’t know me think I’m a stuck up bitch, I’m just shy and socially awkward when it comes to small talk, and medium talk… and large talk. 

shadeoflove:

Man, the things I would do to be beautiful. 

This one just makes me laugh.

This one just makes me laugh.

This one just reminds me of the summer of 09. LA

This one just reminds me of the summer of 09. LA

Learn to surf.

Learn to surf.

Find a movie that makes me fall in love with every scene like 500 days of summer.  

Find a movie that makes me fall in love with every scene like 500 days of summer.  

Make something beautiful.

Make something beautiful.

Go to Paris.

Go to Paris.

and since I’m not going to do homework anyway I might as well just start a bucket list

and since I’m not going to do homework anyway I might as well just start a bucket list

In the meanwhile I’m just gonna wait for this album to be released and keep calmed.

and as always…

… I come here for comfort, listening to an 8tracks mix, wishing I could have a cigarette and a cup of coffee, even though coffee makes me sick and anxious, just to build the image of the cliché I’m not. And I know I am not going to write down anything until my next meltdown or wake up call. God knows when the next war inside of me will start or when this one will end. Sometimes I think I write my thoughts down for entertainment for my future self, and entertained I am from my older posts, so childish and lamentable. 

I move lightly, for reasons unbeknownst to me, to a routine far far away from the one I expected to live by now. Hiding behind the Hunger Games trilogy, trying not to devour them to fast, so I can hide a little bit longer. Until reality pokes me gently with a branch of the tree I’ve been living under.