primadonna girl, all i ever wanted was the world; lover of bon mots, big hair, and blogging.
what sort of diary should i like mine to be? something looseknit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind.
i should like it to resemble some deep old desk, or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through.
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One of the best feelings in the world is holding a small sleeping child and feeling them snuggle closer to you.
I love you all but I’m letting you know that I don’t claim to be someone I am not, nor do I put on a persona for tumblr (i.e. “prep” blogs). I wear what I want, post what I like and live the life I lead and refuse to apologize for any of it. To those of you who understand that, I love you all and appreciate it. This isn’t a popularity contest people! We’re all here to to find some way to spend our time and enjoy ourselves, not seek acceptance from people we hardly know.
This.
Sometimes (read: often), I go watch La Blogotheque’s Bon Iver videos and reminisce about their ACL Live taping; the fact that I was only ten feet away from them, and the fact that I will probably never go to another concert that could ever emotionally affect me in the same way. I still get chills whenever a Bon Iver song happens to come up on my iTunes, and For Emma and Skinny Love will always have a special place in my heart.
