the o.c.

I never really got into the whole tv show, but whenever I travel and tell people I'm from Southern California, they instantly ask if I watch the o.c. I never really got why it was such a great show...some spoiled kids living in Newport running around doing meaningless things. So I started watching the first season... and I'm hooked. I can't stop; it's so incredibly amazing. 

Summer: I’m busy. Studying… naked. 

Seth: Is that supposed to keep me away? 

Summer: Cohen? You’re at my house. 

Seth: And you’re dressed. I wonder who’s more disappointed. Can I come in? 

Summer: No. 

Seth: Thanks. 

Summer: What are you doing here? 

Seth: Who’s this? 

Summer: No one. 

Seth: “I’m not no one.” 

Summer: Princess Sparkle. What do you want? 

Seth: She’s Captain Oats’ type. 

Summer: You tell him to keep his hooves off. As for you… 

Seth: Wait, wait. Before you kick me out, can you please give me a second to explain? Okay, listen. Summer…it’s not like…now that me and Anna broke up I’m now choosing you. Okay? Because the whole reason that we broke up… is because for me… it’s always been you, Summer. It’s always been you. I’ve tried to fight it, and I’ve tried to deny it. And I can’t. I can’t do it. You’re undeniable.

take the time to read these, they're words of wisdom

wAaaiIIittT...

when did zac efron get so manly?

when did words start making so much sense?

or when did they start applying to your life so much?

when did lips become so intriguing?

when did winter get so beautiful?

when did we invent such cool sinks?

rain

The sound of it could put me to sleep. I think us California kids make such a big deal out of it 'cause it's a rare treat for us. Ask a kid in Seattle, and see how much he likes the rain. That tends to happen a lot. We cherish things more when they are special occasions. We make such a big deal of Christmas because it only happens once a year. Christmas wouldn't be as special or as exciting if it happened every other month. It's like rain in the desert. It's only special because we don't get it every month. I love what rain brings with it; the freedom to lay in bed for hours listening to Jack Johnson, being able to turn on the fire, turning off the lights and listening to the drums of the roof. I love watching the rain because I can feel all troubles and tensions being washed away; or maybe its the idea of dancing in the rain-carelessly-getting drenched and being okay with it. I love everything the rain does: makes the streets glow, makes the air smell clean, gives a twinkle to the trees, and when it's all over, it brings a rainbow. I should probably move somewhere where it rains more than 30 days a year.

I wish school was as easy as half the girls in it...

How can you not have a little bit more respect for yourself? 

on a happier note...

things i dig

Miranda Kerr and Lily Aldridge

 i would like to live in this fairy-tale

 rest in peace <3

 i looovee this shirt

 i live for these 30 days

 why wouldn't you want this?

this tattoo

free people.this braid

marry me?

Human kind never ceases to amaze me. People trying to be who they think they're supposed to be. People just trying to find their place in what seems like a twisted world. I feel like some people are just putting on a show. They say that they're one person, but I wonder who they really are when they're sitting on their bed, alone in their room. Who are you when no one is around? Do you really like who this world has made you become? Not that I'm perfect by any means; I'm as guilty as the next person. I think the way we think things through is fascinating. The way we prioritize or organize our lives. Maybe it will all make sense one day.


"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." 

The Truth Is . . .

The truth is, I'm scared. I'm terrified actually. I'm scared I won't be able to finish my "To Do List" before this life is over. I'm worried I'll outlive all my family. I'm nervous I'll end up ordinary; concerned I won't leave my mark on this world. The idea of never finding my purpose makes me cringe. Probably insignificant and perhaps selfish fears, but it just so happens to be the truth. The truth is, I'm just me. Flawed. Broken. Hopeful. Me.

a few thoughts

Live to please yourself, not others around you. Be selfish sometimes. Make decisions in life that benefit you, because in the end, your happiness is all you can control.

So the creator of these 3D sidewalk drawings is so talented. I'd like to meet him/her and watch them for hours.

next generation; it's sad but true.

I hate how we always want what we can't have. I know that's part of life; there will always be someone with more than you, but there will always be someone with less than you. It's a vicious, and truthfully, a demoralizing cycle. If only I had this much more money so I could buy this, go there, and have that. It's always what more can I get. It's hard living in such a materialistic place; I admittedly forget about the people that wish for a few more dollars to fill their babies' bellies. As we ask for iPhones and laptops and Christian Louboutins this Christmas, just remember those that don't have anything. And for those of you that say, why, I can't change anything...you're ignorance makes me sick. If you want to see a change, you have to be the change. Things won't get better unless we make them.