Woke up to this.. He was probably staring at me while I was sleeping. Creeper. (Taken with Instagram)
My life everyday. (Taken with Instagram)
I now have a decent answer to people who ask me why I’m single..
“No one interesting is interested.”
It’s true. It’s sad. But a love life is really not a focus right now. There are so many things to be worried about and that is just off to the side. And besides, if romance still exists… it’ll find its way (like they say)
Anonymous asked: How do you make your minimalist posters?
I just use Adobe Illustrator. :)
Love is always at a different timezone.
I see a lot of girls post their tights of the day. And now, I contribute. #tights (Taken with instagram)
Crime scene before it happened. #theresasnakeinmypurse (Taken with instagram)
Owl
(Source: sarahjgq)
when I’m told, nonchalantly, that I need to start over
Just one of the many gems you’ll find at thisadvertisinglife.
New Girl Minimalist poster 2
New Girl Minimalist poster 1
How I met your mother minimalist poster
I’ve always wanted to make minimalist posters. Here’s my first one. I’m planning to make more soon! :)
all the small things...: A few weeks ago when I was in the car with mom running errands we were...
A few weeks ago when I was in the car with mom running errands we were stopped at a red light and she said, “I don’t think there’s only one person out there for everyone”.
In the moment, hearing these words made me feel uncomfortable. Everyone wants to think that their father is the only person…
I was walking through lit up stores with fancy clothes, shining jewellery and stunning shoes. I did not enter any of the stores… instead, I went inside a dainty coffee shop.
I sat there, looking around. Looking as if I know I will see something, something that I need to get a hold of. Something. But I didn’t see anything. I saw an old couple scratching their lottery scratch cards, smiling as though they won. They did. 3 dollars. I saw people rushing in and out the coffee shop. In and out. In and out. As if they were being chased. And indeed, they are. Chased by deadlines, chased by time. And I said to myself, I was like that. I was always chased. Chased by time. Running. Rushing. Running as fast as I can. To what? To whom? What was I running to?
“An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.”
