I am still working on my assassins cosplay with flowercrowncosplayer but next year I wan to make a big sister cosplay. You want to do bioshock next?
I have decided that it might be time for me to leave UAB and move to another school where I might not struggle to keep my grades up. I guess I need to decide soon, and maybe withdraw for the rest of the semester.
Yesterday I was feeling less than great and I took some time and thought it all through and felt way better. I was holding on to stress for no reason. Today I feel amazing and I am so happy even if I have class and work.
There is peace on my mind
There is peace missing from my soul
There is depression taking over like a virus
Turing all the good to bad and the life to death
Sew it all back together with something new
Cover up all the darkness and let me go
Let me fall into the dark again and watch me drown
Faking the happiness that I need once again
The thread is falling apart and fraying at the ends
I am falling apart at the seams
So I am cosplaying this summer for (hopefully!) PlayOnCon here in Birmingham as Ezio from Assassin’s creed. I am looking up so much stuff and I think this will be a lot of fun. Anyone got any advice?
Today is my birthday and everyone is wishing me a happy birthday and I like it but I wish it was just a normal day. It is a Tuesday, not much you can do for a 21st birthday on a Tuesday.
It doesn’t matter what other people is beautiful as long as you believe you are. It bothers me when people say that we need to redefine beautiful. Here is a definition:
1: the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit : loveliness
I think everyone should be a feminist. I fully believe that men and women should be equal and some who does not, hurts me and themselves because they are letting power control their lives. I feel that their should be equality among the sexes and then we can work on racial equality. Sex equality can be done any where by any one and everyone understands what it is like to be a women or a man. Any questions ask?
I guess I really don’t understand the point of Instagram. I don’t see a point in selfies and taking pictures of random things. There is no need to document your life in that way. I believe that pictures are suppose to be taken in moments that need to be remembered and shouldn’t be planned. There is no reason for me to take a picture of my food or take pictures of myself when I have nothing else to do. I don’t need other people’s opinions on my looks each day. Pictures are best when they are completely unplanned and have true emotions in it. The best pictures I have ever taken are of my friends when they are not paying attention and when they look truly excited or happy in the moment.
I love food. Is that weird? I will absolutely pig out on ice cream and candy and I don’t care what any one says. I love a good steak and a baked potato. I have seen so many girls at my school who are way too skinny. I am sad because they could be so pretty if they had some weight on their bones and it hurts me they don’t see it. Am I a different person considering I like how I look? I am still just happy I love food.
Class is going. Feel like I should meet people, considering I am surrounded by strangers. Probably not going to happen because I don’t like people all to much.
I was thinking about it today that I know a lot of people at UAB but not in person. I don’t ever want to meet you people and I don’t mean that in a bad way but you all are just internet friends and knowing you in real life would change how I see your posts. Sorry guys.
I am at the point where I need school. I need something that is regular and very much planned out. I like planned out systems and whatnot.
My blog is two.
Sleep in my eyes
You are on my mind
Trying to let you go
Can’t sleep without you here
Please come back
Please cuddle up with me
Sleep, take over
Sleep, wrap your arms around me
Sleep, allow me to run away
Hide inside my dreams
Sleep, be my safe haven
Don’t haunt my dreams
Don’t let me forget you
Don’t let me cry myself asleep
Don’t let me cry over you
Don’t let me be lonely
Don’t hold on to me
Don’t forget me
Don’t let me remember