esmé's sugarbowl
all this psychonauts on my dash is getting me hot under the flamingo panties.
can’t watch rom coms w/ girlfriend, or we both end up a sobbing mess and i’m all like, “hey, you wanna make out like sasha nein and milla vodello?”
my skypesperience might rock your world
I SHOULD CLARIFY that i, in no way, want the reverse pines twins tohave an intimate relationship with EACH OTHER.
i just want to have an intimate relationship with them both simultaneously.
like, come on, they can use telekinesis. they can manage not to grind on each other during.
does everyone remember when i had a thing for leven rambin’s boobs?
that’s still a thing
(but i prefer alexander ludwig’s boobs)
[SHARK WEEK MODE: ENGAGED]
I only just got around to changing my age on my sidebar. It was grounding.
SHIT GOT REEEEEEAL
My mum wrote me the longest, most beautiful birthday card. Like. So awesome that I cried hard enough to dislodge my false lashes.
here’s to perfectly wonderful favorite songs being ruined by perfectly awful people.
and here’s me, like, “i can never listen to this song again without thinking of you.”
I want to share with you a few words today.
A few words on impulse, guilt, and fate.
Wait, wait wait! Hear me out. I’m really wise.
Now. Do you ever do something, see something or meet someone, and you know, positively in your heart, that it’s for you? That you and whatever/whomever it is are so destined for each other that to pass it up would be a crime, but you pass it up/lose out anyway because you know you shouldn’t be going there?
And then, for years after — perhaps even longer — you regret that moment that made you pass it up?
Well, here’s a word of advice: Pass it up. Regret it with your whole heart. And then wait.
Because there really is such a thing as fate, and it’s there tethering us all to something or other in this big crazy stratosphere. For example…
You might see this beautiful, wonderful coat in a store.
It’s beautiful. It’s elegant. It’s soft. It fits you incredibly, and when you have it on your shoulders, you feel like the most beautiful person in the whole world. And it’s $200.
You cringe, and maybe weep a little bit, because you know that this coat wasn’t made for you: you were made for this coat. But you just can’t have it because circumstances don’t permit, and you know that if you leave it now then it won’t be there when you come back. Now or never.
You put it down, walk away, and you hate yourself because you just didn’t buy it. Despite the fact it would have killed you, you’re made as heck.
Ages and ages (fourteen months) pass. You still feel the pang of guilt that came with rejecting your impulses. Winter is coming. You’re shopping.
And then you see it.
That coat. As immaculate as the day you first laid eyes on it, inviting you over with its sultry seams and fabulous fur. You know you shouldn’t, because you’ll only hurt yourself — but you try it any way.
And right then and there, as you stare into the mirror in this coat’s embrace, you make a decision to buy it no matter how much it costs.
You end up getting it for $44.
See — it’s that kind of feeling I’m talking about. Holding out on something because you know, if it’s destiny, that eventually the universe will cut you a deal. Sometimes it doesn’t; most of the time, you just have to get on with life. But sometimes…
… You get your coat.
I really just want to date someone who enjoys healthy food as much as I do. Vegetable pasta? Tastes way better. Oatmeal in the mornings? Fuck yeah. Cottage cheese desserts? Best thing you’ll ever taste.
Diet is getting to be a real deal-breaker with me. I mean, she just ordered the most horrific-looking thing I’ve ever seen and the smell is making me sick.
If you read this, I’m not sorry. Push that thing aside and I’ll make you whole wheat pancakes at 3am every morning.
not sorry for my Community spam. I’m feeling the show again, and it’s magic.
but I’ll reblog a little more Most Popular Girls in School and Bubbline, for the purposes of consistency.
YOU’RE WELCOME
So, the first round of university offers in WA has been released.
Curtin University has offered me Journalism, which was my first preference.
I put down random courses. Random arts/humanities courses because I had to put down something, and I don’t want a single one of them. And I really don’t want Journalism.
I know you can fuck around with your major, but, browsing the courses at Curtin University, all of them are as hideously unappealing as they were when I was forced to make a selection. They’re things I could do, and things I would be good at. But they’re not things I care about.
Victorian first round offers come out tomorrow. All I need is one, and I’m out of here. Event though none of those courses appeal to me, either, it only takes one offer to have me out of here.
Way happy with my ATAR. I think I’m looking at enough to get me interstate.
MUTHAH-FUCKIN’ SLAM DUNKED LIT-RIT-CHAAAAH.
