Sustolle Mentum, Pulchra.: Archive

Sustolle Mentum, Pulchra.

February 2012

164 posts

i miss having someone to cuddle with

pahhlahcchuuu: When a writer falls in love with you, you become, her muse. You will notice the subtle obvious: Her speech. It begins to reflect your own, mirroring your colloquialisms and humor. Your personality and passion. Your volume and tone. Her speech begins to follows yours, tracing the steps of your voice, intertwining with hers. For you are in her mind, in her dreams, but mostly...

YES! tearing up this precalc assignment this bitch got nothing on me

OMFG precalc is kicking my ass fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

so much porn on my dash.

jayyfuckenlegit: sexually frustrated. eughh.

i’m drinking tea with my dad and listening to lao music at 3 in the morning lol

wtf, the best reception i get is in the kitchen.

Those who are heartless, once cared too much.

singing french songs with my fob ass dad LOL

i have french songs stuck in my head

kimburrit0: yeah dude if i have a thing with a dude i’d want him to play basketball so we can go one on one ^^this.

omg, happy mardi gras guys

i was about to go on facebook right but i typed in tumblr instead yeah it’s my drug i need it

-perfectaccident: oh god school tomorrow gosh*, but this^^

i got school tomorrow and i haven’t done any of my hw fuuu

“My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.”

– John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via ohhheybeautiful)

hell0samantha: I will realize you were...