justavulnerableloveaffair: spanishcastle-magic: (via benjamintombstone)
ask me a question. you know you want to.
Ashley. 21. Sometimes speaks with an accent, generally when she is tipsy, angry, or says certain words (she hails from the midwest). She recently hacked her hair off and she still has no idea what to do with it. She posts things that she likes, reminds her of her friends, and daily love letters to a handful of people. She likes to talk about herself in the third person. She also loves that she has friends who love her, faults and all. She also assumes that those who are reading this are her best friends who know her better than she knows herself. Ashley also talks in the third person a lot, Ashley's friends don't enjoy it. Ashley does. Her heart is cold, black and crumbly, like a burnt cake pan.
Tags Most Often Used: blahblahblah, Deb, getting my drink on Fizz, Mary, STB, Twin-e, when did this turn into a fashion blog HUH TWIN, You. and so, so many more.
In Love With: e-mails, voicenotes, drunken voicenotes, pictures, those I text/e-mail/tweet daily, Christmas lights, books, cheap booze, bad tv, good friends (who love me and my awkward moments), happy moments, sending mail, receiving mail, knitting, her tags (because those are pretty much her loves) trashy magazines, being happy, love, tracking packages and taking pictures of what I'm reading at the moment and judging them.
Hating: That whole being a grown up thing, questioning why people love her (because she feels like she doesn't deserve it), assholes, people who make her cry, those who ignore her (and then deny it), writing papers, being paranoid, and being convinced that my friends are upset/hate me (even when they don't), the fact that gmail/tumblr/twitter/etc are being quite hormonal.
Ashrrrrrrrrrr
The Good Life
paperconfetti: elephantsandlambs: chaotique: daphneemarie:
It’s laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn’t. It’s the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It’s being touched by hands that aren’t your own. It’s the thrill of an escape that almost wasn’t. It’s the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It’s helping a friend find something they lost. It’s a smile, a joke, a song. It’s what someone does that they like doing. It’s what someone does that they like remembering. It’s the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It’s the road ahead and the road behind. It’s the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life.
Donna Noble: I can’t understand you! How many words? One! One word! Shake, milk-shake, milk! Milk! No? Not milk! Um, shake, shake, shake! Cocktail shake! What, d’you want a Harvey Wallbanger?
The Doctor: Harvey Wallbanger?
Donna Noble: Well, I don’t know!
The Doctor: How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?
Agatha Christie: What do you need Doctor?
The Doctor: Salt! I was miming salt! I need salt! I need something salty!
Donna Noble: What about this?
The Doctor: What is it?
Donna Noble: Salt!
The Doctor: That’s too salty!
Donna Noble: Oh, that’s too salty!
Agatha Christie: What about this?
Donna Noble: What’s that?
Agatha Christie: Anchovies.
Donna Noble: What is it? What else? Um, it’s a song! Meh-meh? Um, I don’t know! ‘Camptown Races’?
The Doctor: ‘Camptown Races’?
Donna Noble: Well! All right, then! ‘Towering Inferno’!
The Doctor: It’s a shock! Look, shock! I need a shock!
Donna Noble: Right, then. Big shock. Coming up.
This is one of my favorite episodes.
51/365 (via kate mackenzie)
feel the light kissing your skin, be free.
