Dear Kara Hayes, you are an absolutely fantastic and beautiful and wonderful girl. You're funny, and smart, and one of the nicest people I have ever met. Not to mention, you're freaking ADORABLE. I love you will all of my heart, and please don't listen to what this pathetic anonymous person is saying. Everyone on here loves you and appreciates you so much for who you really are. You don't deserve hate like that. Don't ever stop being amazing. <3
Thank you love. It kinda sucks, but I’m totally good :) I just don’t understand it. But I know what is true and I’m not going to let anyone else tell me who I am. I love YOUUUUUU!!!!!! You are adorable and so cute and I miss you like crazy! <3
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “Hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “Oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “No - I want magenta!”—John Mayer (via incanta)
Actually I’m not. I don’t do anything to make people like me more or suck up to anyone. I’m sorry that I’ve been raised right by my parents and I actually care about people. Sorry that I have a heart and you don’t know me well enough to see or know that.
Bon Iver - Who Is It (by Bjork, live at The Shrine (Los Angeles))
Repetitious stumbling of beats and mimicking breath skied through the forestry trees of Bon Iver’s rendition of Bjork’s “Who is it”. It sounded like the dial on the radio was confused, skipping through gaps of disappearing streams, until it woke up and revoked its flashing, scattered, electrified streams with the fresh powder of saturated lucidity. Last night Bon Iver played at The Shrine (Los Angeles), amongst his labyrinth was this hallucinatory piece.
OH GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD. EVERYTHING WAS SO GOD DAMN GOOD.