An accurate representation of most of my friendships.
(Source: samjeet, via loveyourchaos)
My name's Diane and I'm 18 years old. I'm a drifter with an extremely short attention span, but I'm always striving for consistency. I love to travel and explore new things, but I'm also a pretty timid person when presented with an unexpected situation. I carry my journal with me everywhere, just in case. I drink an inordinate amount of tea and eat way too much Thai food. I love my mom, she's my hero. My Macbook is named Wally and I love him to pieces. • Ask me anything
Expert Vagabond.
Done
All three papers due this week: finished. Along with my immune system, but I’ll worry about that later. All I care about now is that these hellish five days have passed and it is finally the weekend. Memorial day, I imagine myself lying on the beach with twelve otter pops and an umbrella.
Then again, there are two weeks left of the quarter. Fuck.
From that one time we ran around the park at night attempting to murder each other with shaving cream. They said to wear dark clothes and Hanh showed up in bright orange. But damn she’s fast. Then we played soccer all night. Soon!
“I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.”
— Unknown (via selfinspiration)
(Source: venebelle, via imnosupeerman)
