The Beach

The beach is always the answer for a hot summer day. But so much preparation has to be done in order to make a beach day happen that sometimes it’s hard to convince myself to go. For one, you would think that since the beach is free there’s little to no spending BUT you’re wrong! There’s the food you’ll need, the alcohol for the alcoholics, the drinks for the non-alcoholics, the Styrofoam cups for the drinks, ice, etc. etc. Let me not even go into the preparation us girls need to go through. Most of you may be saying “Eileen, preparing for the beach isn’t that tedious for us.” Psshhh, maybe not for you because you conveniently have a bathtub where you can take your time, prop your leg on the corner and comfortably shave your legs. I have the tiniest little shower and by the time i’m done shaving my legs, sure i’ve got gorgeous smooth legs, but is it worth the massive back pains? I don’t know maybe i’m getting old. Another factor is that water comes and goes in this country and let me tell you, i’ve found myself a couple of times stuck with a leg full of shaving cream and no water to rinse it off. Or using drinking water to rinse it off and making a complete mess in the bathroom. I guess if I always look at these various activities as a mountain of inconveniences I’ll never get to enjoy the things life has to offer. So, let me get my ass up off this couch and look for my shaver. 

What Genre exactly is Savoir Adore?

Or who would you compare them to?

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floralls:

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floralls:

73/365 (by nijntjee)

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holybubbles:

Pastel Goth Princess pe We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/107958937

holybubbles:

Pastel Goth Princess pe We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/107958937

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I love daria

I love daria

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As I get older…

As i get older I feel like I’m developing backwards. I’ve always assumed that getting older means having more responsibilites, being mature, creating structure for yourself, having a routine, and basically being every adult I ever saw in the movies. You know, those adults that wake up in the morning to make their kids breakfast, make themselves coffee, and then commute into town to sit at a desk in a super fabulous suit and talk business all day. Even in college I always imagined myself as this girl who would sit at her desk for hours enveloped in her textbooks and lecture notes. But the reality is….it’s not my reality. I’m not this person. I’m the complete opposite. As much as I’d like to be this uber productive human being, unfortunately, I feel like my actions are still those of an uninspired teenager. I’d rather sleep in till Noon and lay in bed cruising the internet and watching stuff on netflix all day. The thing that bothers me is that I wasn’t like this before. Now that Spring Break is here I vow to do a couple of things, some that will hopefully turn into daily habits and others that will just get me out of the house. 

1. Wake up early just because.

2. Go biking every Sunday.

3. Finish reading that book i bought over winter break “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman

4. Go out for walks….and take my dog with me.

5. Save Money for a future adventure.

6. Invite friends out for lunch.

7. Go to the Gym more routinely.

8. Eat out less. Cook more at home.

9. Study a subject I didn’t do so well at in school.

10. _______________________.

Maybe someone could suggest a number 10. Something that makes for a better quality of life. Something fun. Something free. Anything. :)

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fl0werviolence:

Tyler, The Creator talking the YouTube Music Awards.

this is one of the only things hes said that i actually can get behind

i swear i had seaid this exact same thing to my cousin last week.

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That week was in itself an absolute high. I had never felt so free and so radiant before. There was this tension between us. A longing to know each other better on a formal level but also on an intimate level. I blushed in disbelief as I caught him gazing at me with such awe at the dinner table. As if I had been the object of his affection for some time and finally I had been in his presence. It took him a minute to realize he had been caught and he carried on, quite embarrassed I imagine. Inside I giggled, completely and utterly entranced by the feeling of flattery. I lightly dismissed any idea or playful thought of us together but I couldn’t dismiss what was to come. 

That night the sky was illuminated by the millions of stars and the bright moon, and under that, music tickled our ears and alcohol made us move! I couldn’t ignore what had happened at the restaurant and I was determined to have one dance with him. If I couldn’t have him, I could at the very least have a dance. He had run off with a bottle of rum near the front of the stage and his mother was worried he’d get too drunk. This was my cue. I volunteered to go retrieve the liquor as an excuse to be a little closer than I knew we would ever be allowed. I grabbed his sister and we weaved through the crowd until we spotted him. I tapped him on the shoulder and smiled. Told him his mom was worried about his alcohol consumption and how she wanted the bottle. He laughed and made a small comment about his mother, took a large swig and gave me the bottle. I tossed the bottle back to his sister and without a second thought, I asked him to dance. 

The bachata played and we danced in the small space that we had available. But I felt as if we fit so perfectly into each others embrace. And as the music played on our bodies inched closer and closer together. He held me and he twirled me and his hips moved with mine. And for a moment it was magical but I knew I had to get back. The music stopped and I  smiled at him and gave him a hug. Once again I grabbed his, noticeably annoyed sister and headed away from the crowd and when I looked back he was trailing behind us. 

TO BE CONTINUED…

maybe