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hay you guyzzzzz what's goin on. nothin much here either. yea. i'd talk about classes n this semester and stuff at school but i really haven't been paying attention to that shit at all. i'm in modern art and abstraction, topics in medieval art, form of the city, and advanced conversation and composition for italian, but like i can't concentrate ( Read more... )

omg hay livejournal i haven't talked to you in foreverrrr. so much exciting stuff has happened to me! i got my hair cut a few times!!! i think i bought a couple of new shirts. i went to an m.i.a. concert that blew, and i went to longwood gardens last night to look at the christmas lights! life at bryn mawr is okay. i'm really tired and i want ( Read more... )

so i just reread my livejournal and it is sooooooo gay don't ever read it again.

( i haven't updated in a while so this makes up for it )

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE ( Read more... )

Molto tempo fa c’era una principessa qui viviva nella toure nelle montagne di Italia. Tutti mattine la principessa si e alazava, si e fatava la doccia, e si e pettinarava i suoi capelli. Dopa la principessa si e siede alla finestra nella terza piano. Dalla finestra, la principessa si poteva vedere la casa di il suo ragazzo, qui viviva nella ( Read more... )

Hundreds of years ago there was a princess who lived in a tower in the mountains. Every morning, the princess would wake up, take a shower, brush her beautiful hair, and sit at her window on the third floor. From her window, the princess could see the town in the valley, where her lover lived. The princess spent five years sitting at the window ( Read more... )

i'm sooooo angsty angst angst angst bitch bitch bitch omg i love italian homework right and i love brecon and i love breakfast and i love my bed and i love sleeping and i don't love tylenol pm anymore :( it has ceased to pleasure me. but that's okay, i still love ben and i love anna and i love my floor and i love apple cider and hot chocolate and ( Read more... )

Your voice, your eyes, our silences, our words...Light that goes, light that returns. One single smile between us both. From needing to know, I watched the night create the day. O, Beloved of one alone...In silence your mouth promised to be happy...Further and further, hate says, nearer and nearer...The heart has but a single mouth. Everything ( Read more... )