homesick means something so different now
i feel bad for people that follow me on twitter
I cannot wait to be a wife. Truly.
my Coffee Pot series.
The reason why death scares us so much is because unlike anything else that ends, we go with it.
No one should ever be the friend who only listens and never speaks
Woke up crying to Lennon, “no one should ever feel like this” if anyone was wondering how my day is going. So. Much. Pain.
yes father so sorry that i (your child) called as soon as i found out your apartment flooded in the bad alabama storms. but please rush the conversation and sound super annoyed with me for being kind. i will make sure it won’t happen again.
Logan Lerman by Robbie Fimmano on Interview Magazine April 2014
SORRY DO ME
Church was amazing today and has been a total vaccination for today’s and all future Sunday Blues. Very excited for things happening at Venue Church. If a church can make you feel GOOD without being cheesy or overly positive, you know you’ve found where you belong.
today i made a shutterfly book for a certain anniversary coming up and it was very cheesy and i hate myself
my schedule the past few days: wake up very groggy, drink coffee while half unconscious, go to school, go to work, do homework, run errands, make dinner, thennnn STAY UP LATE DOING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING SO THEN I AM VERY TIRED THE NEXT MORNING. and i thought i had the flu…no morgan you’re just on tumblr when you should be snoozin. when will i learn?
to the people who give off this vibe of “yeah i’m fulfilled by just living simply without technology or cable and my apartment looks like every picture on tumblr with earthy tones and repurposed barnwood” yet your rent costs triple what mine does. i hate you and you should be ashamed of yourself for creating false hopes in my search for the perfect residency.
The person you love will not come quietly into your life. She will rumble and quake and the ground beneath her will shake. She will come to you with an epic inked in Braille upon her skin and ask you to recite it to her. You’ll sigh into her mouth as your fingers sweep across the story, coming away with stained hands.