ॐ a yoga-lovin' nail-paintin' weed-tokin' miami bitch stuck in orlando. ॐ
i never admit this type of shit. i hate showing my emotions. but this is my blog, and i just feel really shitty right now, and isn’t blogging about expressing yourself in every way & every state?
shit’s rough.
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everyone always says if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. i’m already falling in love with yoga and downward facing dog is a challenge for me [shows how much of a beginner i am]. but i really dig it and am really interested.
side job to orthodontistry? possibly. quite possibly.
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fucking love this band.
fucking love to wake & bake.
54-46 That’s My Number/Ball and Chain on repeeeeeeeeeeat.
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like i hate waking up in the morning and living my life. i literally wish i could sleep through the rest of high school and wake up in august ready for ucf.
i hate my job. i hate school. i hate my “friends”. i hate the guys i talk to who consistently fuck me over and use me. i hate the inconsiderate fucks i deal with everyday. i hate my father. i hate & feel all the pressure bubbling up around me. i hate always feeling alone, insignificant, and like a total outsider wherever i go.
i hate my life. hate. hate.
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![aka jason.
that’s exactly what happened at ultra. encountered sweet serendipity when i saw him across the lawn, walked away and didn’t expect to see him again since there were 149,998 other people there, but an hour later, he’s standing right next to summer. i mustered up courage, went up to him and told him he was hot, and he responded by saying i was beautiful and that he saw me earlier but i walked away. and we exchanged numbers, and hung out for the entire weekend, meeting up each day at ultra, dancing together, making out, holding hands, walking around, sitting ontop of his shoulders during avicii so high in the air above the crowd, doing drugs, kissing more, dancing incredibly at bassnectar, countlessly complimenting each other, looking into each others eyes (i couldn’t resist those baby blues), and the final kiss goodbye .. that weekend was fucking bliss. that’s why i consider ultra the best weekend of my life so far. i swear, every moment felt like a dream.
today makes a week since i met him, since i encountered sweet serendipity. i wasn’t looking for him and he wasn’t looking for me; we just went to ultra to see our favourite artists and dance, but fireworks went off [literally] when we saw each other from far away and locked eyes.
ahh, sweet serendipity ..](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m19vh2EzPG1qmlbwdo1_250.png)
