&& i'm addicted to words and they're useless.

i’m really bad at holding on to bad moods.

so like, one second i’ll be like I SHOULD NEVER GET OUT OF BED EVER I WILL STAY HERE ALL DAY AND MOPE

but then i’m like
but i really want corn flakes

damn straight

i’ve had that golden amount of coffee today where i just want to hug everything, because the world is wonderful.

I was going to go outside and play pokemon but i got distracted by a butterfly.

things I learned:

flying with butterfly wings, even in slight breezes, looks to be extremely difficult
landing after flying with butterfly wings is also extremely difficult
aiming a proboscis into a flower is also fairly complicated
being a butterfly would probably suck

There was also a sweet looking beetle clinging to a basil stalk and attempting to get around to a flower. And then he was eating it and it was cool. <:

I left my house and went out with an old friend and met some of her boyfriend’s friends and i remembered that i’m really weird.

So I’m pretty sure the only reason my legs have any flexibility whatsoever is because I sit really weird at my desk.

“Sonar. Just like a…” “Submarine, Mr. Wayne.”

I always expect him to say dolphin. :|

one of these days

i’m going to get a crazy kink in my neck from drawing, because when i’m unsure of if something looks right, I’m just like

the things my unconscious self does.

I definitely fell asleep listening to my ipod last night, but when I woke up this morning it seems I had torn it out of my speakers and set it neatly on my desk a good foot and a half away from where it started. What.

My dad wondered what I was doing up so early and I was like, ALAS! The sun has already been up for two hours!