I've got a ton of things to do tonight, but thanks to my short attention span
and my inability to commit myself to doing one task at a time, I shall post
my favourite Kourtney Kardashian looks. Hooray for unproductivity!
Just a quick narration of why i love her. She's sexy as hell, has a beautiful
son that I'd love to kidnap one day and she OWNS A MILLION LOUBOUTINS!!!
So here; in no particular order, are my favourite KK looks.
This woman is a true fashion inspiration.
And now... I have to get back to studying and cannot be delayed by my blog
any longer. :(
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
One day when you're happy with your life and just enjoying it, you'll get an unexpected text. Maybe by this time you've already forgotten his number, maybe not. And it'll be him, wanting to "talk.” But wait, hold up. Remember all those tears you shed, while he shed none. Those corny pick up lines, the hurt. Look at how happy you are now. Yeah, that's what I thought. DON’T reply to that text.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
the haters, the assholes, the people out to get you.
the whiners, the people that cheat you,
the people who pretend to be your friend,
those who are purposely rude, those who purposely lie,
the hypocritical, the greedy, the decieving,
the people who don't appreciate you.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
We live in this culture where everything is supposed to be so hip and so cool... and it's not cool to love, and it's not cool to take care of each other, and it's not cool to stand up for ourselves. But you know what? F*ck all of that. I believe in love, and I believe that the only way that we are going to survive this f*cking craziness that's going on in our world today is if we just learn to look at love, turn our heads the other way from all the bullshit, and f*cking love.
Thursday, 19 May 2011
You want the truth?
Well, here it is. Eventually, you forget it all. First you forget everything you learned – the dates of wars and the Pythagoras Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn't really learn, but just memorised the night before. You forget the names of all, but one or two of your favourite teachers, and eventually you forget those, too. You forget your grade 12 class timetable and where you used to sit and your best friend's home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations. Even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away.
You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good school. Who threw the best parties. Who had the most friends. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved. And the ones you actually did. They're the last to go. And then once you've forgotten enough, you love someone else.