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It was 116 degrees in Bellevue.

SUCKA FREEE!!

I think I’ve had enough exposure to sunlight for the remaining of summer. At least till I start fading.

I wrote down the directions to Flaming Geyser in my notes section in my phone. I had Jacob open it and read it to me and he asked me what all the other notes were of.

“What’s ‘Normality’?”
“Don’t read it.”

Anywho, I had forgotten about the notes I had written in my phone, most of them composed throughout the previous two years. I just got done reading through all of them. Most of them are reminders of passwords and songs I don’t like along with songs I want to learn on the guitar, and then there are a few with rambling thoughts. You know, those fleeting ones that you’re able to grasp on for a second and think to yourself, “I should write that down before I lose it.”

Here’s one that I came across and (fell in love with all over again) I kind of remember writing it down, kinda don’t. I think I got it from Art class:

“We take death to reach a star”—Van Gogh.

Rhythmic in a way, no?

I’d give it 2 stars out of 5.

I just felt like the constant sex jokes were outdated and unoriginal, something you can find one of my former clustermate crack on the daily (and trust me, they weren’t/aren’t funny) and their characters were insincere.

Katherine Heigl and her main love interest looked good though, and I guess that’s all that matters. Hah.

What’s up with these non-American actors being forced to lose their accent for their roles? It was so forced with Gerard Butler that it sounded terrible,—and what’s up with talking out the side of his mouth? Has he always done that?

“I will follow you to the end of the earth, amy. not in a stalker way though.”

fuckyeahfacts:

(via Madison)

Words are heavy.

A conversation that consisted of broken Vietnamese and English.

And I said that sometime in May.

But now that I’ve seen 5 people in that red and white striped t-shirt, my dream of doing so is quickly dissipating.

Now I need something else that’s clever. Stupid H&M. Damn you, MB. haha.

My immune system, on the other hand, likes to take its time recuperating.

Impatience is gnawing away at my bones.