April come she will // simon and garfunkel
Throw back Thursday the high school years.
1. I thought it was cool to barely be in my self portrait.
2. My German exchange student and best friend Jana and I.
3.This is super doucher, but look how covered my walls were. My poor parents.
4. This is at the field museum in Chicago. We thought we were super hilarious.
5. I was terrible.
6. Jana and I once again.
When I look at pictures from high school I remember that when I was a teenage girl I was kind of a doucher so I should really try not to judge teenage girls now while pretending I was never terribly annoying.
“You told me that life was not a song. That I would learn that one day, to my sorrow.” She felt tears in her eyes, but whether she wept for Ser Dontos Hollard, for Joff, for Tyrion, or for herself, Sansa could not say. “Is it all lies, forever and ever, everyone and everything?”
So I’m thinking of going to the renaissance pleasure faire this weekend and it is time traveller weekend. I need ideas for a steampunkish outfit that wouldn’t be ridiculous expensive to put together. If you have any ideas and they won’t fit in comments, message me.
Not exactly a secret, but definitely true.
I don’t hide it at all. I LOVE HIM.
I feel like I have, through the luck of the genetic lottery, all the tools needed to succeed but I have no idea how to wield them.