i just realized that my room is littered with clothes, world history notes, and sheet music. how coincidental it is that the majority of my time is spent on these things.

the next two days shall be interesting. lots of food and partying. don't mind it in the least.

i have a spontaneous urge to go shoe shopping. my dire craving to have an unexplainable amount of footware is beginning to become unhealthy.

hugh dancy: his eyes...omg.

HOW MANY WOMEN DOES IT TAKE TO MAKE A SANDWICH? WAIT! WHY IS SHE SCREWING IN LIGHTBULBS WHEN SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE MAKIN' ME A SAMMICH?

{dismantle.repair by anberlin}

call this a prelude to lifetime of you.

i am the patron saint of lost causes.

hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you.

it's not that i keep hanging on. i'm never letting go.

i'm still waiting for the day that logan lerman loses his shirt forever. whut.

HOW DO YOU KILL AN ELEPHANT?

UH...

WITH AN ELEPHANT GUN. HOW DO YOU KILL A BLUE ELEPHANT?

...WITH AN ELEPHANT GUN?

NO! WITH A BLUE ELEPHANT GUN. HOW DO YOU KILL A RED ELEPHANT?

WITH A RED ELEPHANT GUN?

NO! YOU CHOKE IT UNTIL IT'S BLUE, THEN SHOOT IT WITH A BLUE ELEPHANT GUN. HOW DO YOU KILL A PURPLE ELEPHANT?

YOU CHOKE IT UNTIL IT'S BLUE, THEN SHOOT IT WITH A BLUE ELEPHANT GUN.

OH MY FREAKING CHEESE, THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS PURPLE ELEPHANTS!