November 2010
“Cause love can feel like it can save your life; more than food, like water.”
– DMB
Je ne sais pas.
Morning Sunshines!
I know that you want to leave me some love for when I get back from class.
So, tell me something about you; tell me a story; ask me a deep philosophical question I probably won’t know the answer to; ANYTHING.
http://montileigh.tumblr.com/ask
If only ingeniousness could be more timely.
You know there’s always more then one way,...
It felt so good to be back home. Regardless of my family and there unwanted issues it was fantastic to finally feel at peace with myself for the first time in a while. I missed it. It was exactly what I needed, and was exactly what I got.
Now, I just need to hold onto the feeling until Christmas break.
Tumblr Revamp.
That is all.
“I already am, I always was and I still have time to be.”
“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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I feel like abandoning my body for a short while, and leaving it all behind. Just me and my mind.
FAKE. FAKE. FAKE.
Listen
I just discovered the “Ask Me Anything” option.
So, Tumblrverse, ASK ME ANYTHING.
A Day of Mourning
…For the mortifying results of druken cellphone use.
I should not be allowed to have a cellphone within grasp while under the influence of an excessive amount of rum. I’ve never reached the point where I don’t even remember making calls and sending text messages, until last night.
Welcome to the shit show that is my life.
It’s funny how you begin to see things differently once you’ve spent the night looking down at a toilet regurgitating your entire stomach.
“Other people’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.”
– Les Brown (via kari-shma)
I’m always filled with the constant notion of being stuck. Anywhere I go, wherever I may be. I have this uncontrollable desire to have some sense of control; a freedom that I have yet to experience. How can I have this unfamiliar want without every actually experiencing it?
Didn’t even realize daylight savings was last night. HOLLAA for an extra hour of sleep.
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I hate that I can never properly explain what’s going on in my head. It’s beyond frustrating. All I want to do is tell my story.
“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
– Sally Owens (Practical Magic)
