-I want to fill my room with a bunch of candles, all burned down to different widths and lengths.
-I have the hardest time spelling the word recipe. (I’ll be honest about spelling it wrong here the first two times)
– Just because I’m an English major does not mean I don’t have a plan. And I know that I should be used to hearing the question about what I intend to do with my major, but it does not get any less discouraging with every time people ask me. Then you throw on telling me that getting a Masters in Creative Writing will do nothing for me. Thanks a heap. Excuse me for doing what I love and working my ass off.
– Every time I hear Lana del Rey singing I calm down instantly. That voice is like my own blood rushing through my ears.
-Holding out for a British man, I’ve decided. Or Leo Dicaprio. Whoever comes first.
– I feel nothing like that romantic girl I used to be. I thought I’d always be her.
-I don’t miss that girl much.