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Jordan.
Bay Area. 20. BCC.

Still trying to figure things out.
Always happy. No regrets.

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September 6th 2011.

Awkward. Long. Hilarious. 





You know, the usual.
 


<3 

This weekend is a big party weekend in Chico.

I, though, won’t be doing much of that because I already have so much things I need to do. I have a quiz on Wednesday, a paper due Thursday, and an exam Friday. With reading on top of all of that. Omg, I’ve never actually studied in my life. 

 



Apparently, this is how I party. With books. 

COOL.  

June 27th.

A month ago I was drawing a bunch of cats on a pieces of paper.

A month ago I was already planning out what I’d do the following month.

A month ago I cared too much for something that was merely thrown away. Something so disposable.

A month ago I thought I was happy with what I was dealing with.



And now, a month later, my self respect has grown and my tolerance for bullshit has so much more. A month ago I was waiting for summer and something to change, but a month later I have made those changes myself.


I can be happy with or without that thing that I waited so long to build up to.

This month and all months ahead of me, I will just do whatever makes me happy.



Now beach time. (:

Oh hi.



k bai. 

Oh hi.






k bai.