Times when I wished that I didn’t live in the fucking dorms. I swear, just because you’re a transfer student, you would think that people may have grown up a little bit before coming to college, but that’s definitely not true. Seems like everyone i live with has decided to declare war. 

i don’t think it’s that hard to see that your roommate is in bed, but apparently i’m invisible. thanks for throwing a fucking kick back when i have to work in the morning and then not apologizing for waking me up or being fucking loud. rather, blame me for getting woken up and then yell at me for not telling you that i had to work. also, actually look at a clock for once, it would do you some good. 1 in the morning is definitely not ten at night.

we all pay the same fucking rent, so realizing that other people besides yourself live here. also, if there’s shit on the floor and its your fault, clean it up. is it really that hard to clean up after yourself?

is it too much to ask for people to take care of themselves and realize that they cause drama? that it’s not always one person’s fault, but perhaps, you may be contributing to it as well? 

principles to live by: clean up your shit. respect the people you live with. be considerate of the people who actually work for a living. and stop assuming that everyone you live with has money and time to burn. 

Moving into college and the only thing I didn’t forget was the Starbucks collection of tea and instant coffee… Yep, I am definitely a barista that is a little too addicted to my coffee.. 

Red Velvet Woopie Pies!

Tattoo is finally healing up!

(Source: vintague)

Day 2 of tattoo… Healing up quite nicely actually! Now it’s time for it to flake..

Thought it was time for me to post a picture of the tattoo… 

Love in a Cup!

Tattoo Time

Finally got the tattoo that I have been waiting to get for about two years. I got the chinese symbol for love with a cherry blossom and some petals falling below my character. Absolutely beautiful. Even though it burns now, I love it more and more. 

Here’s my form of writing love on my body… To Write Love On Her Arms. 

dear newest partner

Please don’t break open the tea bag when you’re going to brew teas… They are in those bags for a reason… No one wants to strain little bits of crap through their teeth. 

also, grounds in your coffee are a bad thing. they are not a spice or something good… it’s actually quite disgusting…