mmmm. I kind of miss when people talked about feelings on here. Lately it seems like people just reblog pictures and cool looking things (which I don’t mind. A lot of it interests me). I guess ill share some feelings, and hopefully some of you will share, too.

I feel like I’ve grown up so much during this winter break. It literally feels like ive been out of school for a year. This break wasnt about me having lots of fun or hangouts with friends. I had a lot of time to myself to think about whats important to me and why it is ive become so truthful (aka bitchy) to certain people. Now, more than ever, I am understanding what it is to truly be a friend. Some of the people around me have no Idea what a friend is. A hug part of being a friend is respect.

These last few days have really opened my eyes to who my good friends are based on respect. Respect me enough to not call me something I think is offensive. Respect me enough not to play music when my head is already pounding. Respect me enough to not make funeral jokes when I just lost someone dear to me on New Year’s eve. Respect me enough to check in on me when I need it the most. Respect me enough to not continuously harass me with lame as fk racial jokes over and over again.

It is so true when they say you form lifelong, strong friendships in college. One of the many reasons I love UT is that I am really meeting great people who do not take the word “friend” lightly. I’ve barely known these people for 4 months and they are better friends than ones I’ve known for years. I cant quite wrap my finger around that.

If you are one of the ones who think I’ve become bitchy, then you have no idea how to be a friend. I wont waste anymore of my energy treating you with respect when you do not respect me.

serryberry:

Baby will you be my corona and lime? &I will be your main squeeze.

Sunshine weather, sunshine music.

Such a good song =]

(Source: whyso-serryous)

JTQ 제이큐티 - I Fell For You 반했어

I like =]

I usually don’t do this, but you’ve really made me mad.

I told you I would not be like everyone else and treat you like trash, and I’ve kept that promise this far. You even got a little better since last summer, but you threw all that progress away. Now i’m pissed. You bit the hand that patted your shoulder when you were sad, hugged you when you were crying, accepted your calls at 4 a.m. despite having to wake up 2 1/2 hours later, and helped point you in the right direction. You are lucky im a nice person and didnt unleash a can of Jeet Kune Do on your butt, but even I have my limits. I haven’t given up on helping you, that isn’t my style, but it will take a long time for this bite mark to heal.

On a brighter note, I now really like softball :D

Oh and thank you for the letter <3 You know who you are =]

phoiii:

Which path will be right for me?

No such thing as a right path. Its what you make of the path you choose :]

krystinmae:

Bwaha. Clever.

lol!

(Source: bychrisrock)

Woah wth? Some porn tumblr page started following me… Eww =[

belprotomartir:

ayeshammalik:

This is Mr. Madsen.

He was my World History teacher.

He is awesome.

(Go read the feature here!)

Lol love Mr. Madsen! (:

LMAO Good old Madsen!

Yesterday and today were really nice days outside. Too bad I did homework both days. All day. -__-

krystinmae:

My first time emotionally crying — rather than for a toy or whatever — was when I was in fifth grade. I grew up in Houston. Moved to Vegas and lived there for a few months. I didn’t really mind the move, ‘cos I felt like I didn’t have anything to lose. Nothing really felt valuable/precious to me….

I remember when you were in Vegas! I use to talk to you and some of ur friends and we e-mailed and stuff. Good times <3