i just wanna win. i’d rather chase my dreams than to try and chase these men, that try to chase these skirts, that try to chase these shots with flavors that aren’t even as sweet as me.
how do you know when you’re really happy, how do you appreciate the small things in life when all you can think about are the big things?
can i honestly say i give no more fucks about anyone? all i want to do is eat and sleep and be kawaii.
so miserable
OMG, this is like me in real life. but more asian.
(Source: bgiraffe)
LOL, my day: went to work, met the boy of my dreamsies at work and did his hair oh so amazingly. he was in a suit and everything, so cutes! AND he looked like a hotter version of clark kent, and more real. ANYWAYS, after work, i went and drove around like a lunatic. so, i went to read and this yukky orange boy hit on me.
OUR CONVO:
him : whats up? are you okay?
me: um, yeah. thanks.
him : whats the problem?
me: nothing.
him: HEY, YOUR CUTE. DO YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND.
me: no. but no, thanks.
him: hey, i appreciate the fact that your honest.
me: k, thanks bye.
him: good night sweetheart.
me: -____________________- *thinks* should i take out my pepper spray**
LOLOL, my life. :[ but clark kent told me where he works and he’s a bartender AND, he told me he’ll serve me drinks. WOOOOT. :*
PS. i was going to make this my facebook status but it seemed too long, lol. then i realized i had a tumblr.
she’s got a face that says “born in the 90’s”, a liver that says “born in the 80’s” and a pair of lungs that say “born in the 70’s.” she’s got no morality, low mortality. she’s a young gun, got burnt lungs and a long tongue. she’s here to tear your world apart.
