Heheh, uppdaterar från min iPad som jag fick i julklapp :)) totally worth it. Nu ska jag snart logga in på messenger för lite prat senare ska jag lägga mig i min underbara säng. Imorgon ska vi äta frukost ute och sedan besöka Lancaster och försöka se lite amish folk. Yey
ready or not here I come, where you at? the night is young. in the crowd the music's loud, but I will find you. ready or not, here I come. I like your face, do you like my song? just sing it "la-la-la-la-la-la-la" and I'll find you.
we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical. tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines, it's time. I don't know about you but I'm feeling 22. everything will be alright if you keep me next to you.
HECK YEAH, HP IN WRITING.
I don't know if you know who you are until you lose who you are.
I knew you were trouble.
I think when it's all over it just comes back in flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories; it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It's not really anything he said, or anything he did -- it was the feeling that came along with it. Crazy thing is, I don't know if I'm ever going to feel that way again. But I don't know if I should. I knew he world moved too fast and burned to bright, but I just thought, 'How can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?' Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him. It was losing me. - Taylor Swift