hannah-aquino:

Best purikura booth! So fun! (Taken with Instagram at Japan Center)

I wish they had this in Seattle. :(

The worst feeling ever:

Crumbling.. then realizing no one is there to pick you back up. 

Too small to matter.

But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.

If I try to touch her and I bleed…

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thesuperjello:

I’m in you, enjoy it.

“Why are you hugging me?”

“Because he told me toooooo!”

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

gotta pee. gotta pee. gotta pee. gotta pee.
 

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The paper is in my hands, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to take the dive.

I talk like it’s what I’ve decided but then I go back to what may be, what could be.

I know, it’s never too late to change. I can always go back to it. But a part of me doesn’t want to do that. A part of me just wants.. everything to go right. Right now. Here. Where I am. Sitting, waiting. Wishing that everything will turn out well. But that’s up to me to decide. That’s up to me to make everything go well. 

I believe I can do anything. But where do I go from there?

At this time, remembering where I was and looking at where I am right now.. it seems a bit bias. But I like what I’m doing right now. 

I guess that’s my decision then?

did-you-kno:

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If humans were meant to be like swans, then we’d all be dead by now.

These past few weeks have been crazy as hell:

Re-registering the Tennis Club (which practically required a hundred forms) and registering it for a tennis tournament in October. 

Doing PR work for Dance Alliance.

And strengthening the role of the LLC Mentor.

The best part of it all is that I’m not hating it at all. Of course, there is stress involved, but I love it. I love being busy. I love always having something to do in the day. 

My classes are so chill this quarter, leaving soo much time for me to focus on the clubs. But I need to remember that this quarter is the focal point of deciding my major. Must. Not. Forget.

Just today, I felt really proud of myself.

Under one hour: I picked up important documents across campus. Crossed campus again to print papers at the library. Submitted all documents two blocks away at the Connolly. Got answers to my much needed questions. And arrived early to a meeting before the rain outside came down.

All in 3.5 inch wedges.

Woman power, mang.

BOMB!

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