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I’d rather tell my secrets to the strangers on Tumblr than the strangers on Facebook.
Ever since I received a Kindle from the best boyfriend in the world, I’ve spent the majority of my Christmas money on books. And I’ve gotten so many free books that I don’t know where to start.
My addiction to buying books is getting out of hand, but I’m in love with Vladmir VonStussen IV (aka my Kindle) (and yes I love naming objects).
Life is good.
Life is busy.
Got a midterm coming up.
Actually a couple.
But I’m too happy with life to be even remotely worried.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…
Either way, Hi followers that are still following me because you are amazing.
I love you.
Marry me.
Hope you guys are doing fantastic.
Have a wonderful week!

So in high school I had a total of 4 relationships, each lasted about 5 or 6 months and then after that something bad would happen. I’ve never been the one to break up with someone though, until my most recent relationship [which lasted *gasp* six months]. I don’t know why I keep putting myself through relationships if there’s always something wrong.
I’m pretty sure I’m the “something” that is wrong.
All of my relationships have been at somewhat of a distance… Like the closest boyfriend has lived 30 minutes away, and the longest distance was across the country. Before I didn’t see anything wrong with it, but now that I am liking this guy who is in the same city, same college, I’m kind of freaking out. He’s nice and sweet and we get along so well. Sure awkward silences arise, but we are still getting to know each other. He has been nothing but sweet, and I’m freaking out…
I think I used distance as a defense mechanism that kept me from getting too close, you know? And now here’s this dude who’s awesome in every aspect [including proximity- wise] and I’m going crazy.
Thoughts? I’m probably just being so ridiculous and over dramatic
to the neighbors making noise complaints across the street
omfg
This just might be the best thing my eyes have ever seen.
This is me when I’m home alone. Except usually I’m singing (probably badly) and then I stop halfway through the song in embarrassment because I’m the world’s worst dancer.
This is me every time I listen to music. I have no shame.
GPOY - boy shorts and tank tops. All day every day. CAKE CAKE CAKE.
(via nachoaveragedude)
More like changed my expectations in men…
I love you guys!!! Thank you for being interested in the most random crap I reblog!!
Kisses to all of you :)