We’ve all experienced this moment of divine revelation at one point or another when we finally realized that Gary Oldman really is every character ever.
Sirius Black and Jim Gordon are both played by Gary Oldman!!!!!!!!!!
Why is it that when you get to a point in your life when you’re ready for things to move on, ready to move out, ready to make that commitment, ready to start your real “life-life” the beyond college life, that what you dreamed of all your life-life, there is always someone there ready to say “umm, i don’t know if that’s a good idea” or “eh, i’m not ready for that”
I’m to a point in my life where I’m ready for these things, I’m ready to start my life, I’m ready to make memories other people are already starting to make, and it seems like as soon as i feel like i’m getting close to reaching these moments, the time they’re about ready to begin unfolding, there’s always someone there turning back the pages and making me question things, making me back-track, and making me confused about my decisions. I’m sick of it.
I don’t know if I should keep holding on to these dreams of mine, or if I should grab the bull by the horns and start making my memories for myself. who knows.
Here are things I need to rant about today:
Traffic: It’s fucking 3:30. Full time around here is usually 8-4 or 9-5. Why the fuck are all of you slow-ass fuckers on the fucking road doing your fucking 30 in a 50. I just want to get the fuck home. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’ve been in class all day, get the fuck out of the way.
To those doing 40 in a 50 - look at the fucking sign. Look at the long line behind you. Get the fuck out of the way, or put your foot on the damn gas petal and drive. Stop gaucking at the scenery around you, stop looking at every fucking house and pointing at it to your passenger and lingering at the sites. This is for a Sunday drive. Get the fuck out of the way…
Those going slower than 40 in a 50 - get your eyes checked, get off the drugs, or get your license revoked because you’re too fucking slow.
Facebook:
Girl craving attention: I really wish I could put your name on here, maybe then you’ll increase your attention whoring. You are fucking annoying. Stop posting pictures of yourself in outfits at the mall that don’t fit you. I heard you say you can’t find pants that fit you, you say you’re too short. Hm I’ve had that problem too, it’s called petites…just an idea, stop wearing hoochi shit to get fucking attention and where clothes that fit you. Stop posting statuses about your jerk boyfriend hoping he’ll see it so he’ll treat you better and then getting pissed when he finds out what you posted. Stop posting about seeing your ex-boyfriend at wal-mart and discussing how sad it made you, and how much you miss him. For the love of God just stop being so fucking annoying. I’ll continue on you later, because daily you just piss me off.
Today is day one of my new goal. Quitting smoking. It’s mind over matter for this girl, and it’s going to work. I will not buckle under stupid cigarettes anymore. I used to hate it when I would smell my grandparent’s fog of smoke everywhere they went, and I always said I would NEVER smoke. Then one day I started dating someone who did and I felt like I had to join in on the “fun”. It was nice for a while, very de-stressing, but now I’ve started a new chapter in my life. I don’t need them, and I never wanted them and I need to realize that I can go on without them.
ugh. not blog-worthy really, just something going on that i’ll probably need to vent about for the next few weeks. support is needed! :/
Anna Campbell Bridal 2012 Collection
(via sweethomestyle)
Jealousy is a fucking wicked emotion. I wish it would go away. The past is past, the future is unknown. deal with it, move on, and stop feeling jealous.
“i want somebody to sleep with the res of my life and cuddle up during a movie on a couch. stay up all night talking about nothing. get lost in the wood together. challenge me, challenge him. talk about dreams, make dreams. have fights, the kind that only really matter just as long as you’re having them. someone i can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes and not worry about breaking a nail or an arm. a guy who will bring me flowers, once in a while, maybe a rock too or a shell of some sort. something he saw that made him think of me, made him think ‘this might make my girl smile’ as he smiles to himself. a guy who wants me, maybe even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto to me with everything he’s got.” - anonymous
