deathbyjordan

I love the way pomegranates stain the fingertips.
And the juicy burst in your mouth.
But not the seeds in the middle.





So is life.

Finals.

I'll be off here for a while.



How did I get through ten days of December without remembering my favorite Matches song?
Ugh.

You decide which one's for you.

I'm always lonely this time of night.

How is it that a person (me) who is known as a light sleeper..can sleep through her alarm, and the two snooze alarms..and wake up three hours later..still tired, extremely crampy, and just in a frazzled mood alltogehter?



I hate days that start like this.

My neighbor in the dorm has "Eye of the Tiger" on repeat.


















Somebody entertain me.

AIM: Deathbyjordann