Sexy.

You know it's sexy.

People throw rocks at things that Shine.

It's raining today. Again. The fog looks pretty though.

Okay, peeps. I see now why Lauren has her dumb pictures that she didn't take. THEY'RE FREAKING FUNNY. So these aren't mine. Usually the pictures on my blog are mine, but today they're from imgfave.com. They were too good to pass up.

Oh, it's my favorite.

It's too good.

I travel the world and the Seven Seas

I'm still sick. Yeah, wonderful.
Now do me a favor a go listen to this song:
Sweet Dreams

"No!" "Harry! HARRY!"

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I THINK I PEED MYSELF. Like, really, seriously.
AENWRTUINWAWJNWUZSAGEUEIOGGAGIUE.

I can't even speak.

Edit:
P.S. Just finished watching The Deathly Hallows part one, makes me even more excited for part two!

Seven Souls

My soul is sad. I just finished reading the last book of the Harry Potter series, year 7, the Deathly Hallows. I think I'll go cry now. I JUST WANT MORE, OI. The only thing I can do to hold off my grief for the ending is two things: the last Harry Potter movie, both part one and part two, that I have not yet seen. And the second thing I can do is, just draw Harry Potter fanart. Even though I don't like the word "fanart."
Alas, this is not the reason I come to you with a filler post. It is to tell you that I still exist, and I have yet to cease to exist. I've been quite ill. Or, sick, if you want to sound less educated. So, yes, I don't know when I'll actually have a real post, but I'll try soon.
This Love is Ours

Rubbish!

My new words: Rubbish, git, and oi.
I'm turning British.
I. Wish.

"Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."
"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git."
"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."
Oh how I do enjoy James, Remus, and of course, Sirius.

Ron: "Who're you going with then?"
Fred: "Angelina."
Ron: "What? You've already asked her?"
Fred: "Good point. Oi! Angelina! Want to come to the ball with me?"
Fred and George are my pals. We like dis.

"I've got two Neptunes here," said Harry after a while, frowning down at his piece of parchment, "that can't be right, can it?"
"Aaaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mystical whisper, "when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry.."
The Weasley's are seriously epic. But Ron is like... normally epic.

Draco: "You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments".
"Yeah," said Harry, "but you, unlike me, are a git."
Although I do like Draco Malfoy. I just feel bad for the poor git. I mean, his father basically left him to be a whiny pale Death Eater.

I'm sorry. All those quotes up there just started out as an innocent search to find a name for the title. Then I got carried away because the sarcasm in these books are just too good to pass up.

Magical Peacock.

You Know I Can't Believe It When You Say That You Won't See Me.

I love clouds and junkyards.
Oh, and the song Don't You Want Me. Glee cast version, of course.

They Said You Couldn't, They Lied Out of Fear.

Hey look! I didn't lie! Anyway, the main theme for this post is junkiness and, I guess you could say, ugliness. When I told a lady once that I really love going into junkyards and taking pictures, she wrinkled up her nose and said why? Everything's so dirty. If you know me at all, you probably know I am the least clean person you will ever meet. Not like, hygiene and stuff, but just about everything else. Nothing I ever do is organized. My bed is absolutely messy---there's books EVERYWHERE and notebooks stacked in rows and candy up on shelves and pieces of paper strewn about. I like it that way. As unorganized and absolutely untidy everything is, I know exactly where my stuff is, I know which book is where, and when I go to bed at night with books and stuff all around me, it feels cozy. Homey. Now I promise you, I am not a hoarder, I know when to throw things away, I just like my coziness. I've had friends ask why I never clean my bed. I don't find that surface stuff very...important. And that's why I love junkyards. Everything is everywhere, and I see beauty in it all. It's just so magical. I dunno, I'm weird. But I love me some good junkyards.
Now, beware, of the magical photo dump.

Tire Mountain. Dah dah duuuuhh.

Pepsi-Cola.

Yes, major photo plop. Took like, four hours to do it all. I'm awesome.
Play list just because:
Broken Man - Boys Like Girls, which is currently my favorite.
Gives You Hell, and It Ends Tonight - both by The All American Rejects
Hey Princess, Dance Forever, Clock Runs Out, and my person favorite, Not Your Birthday - all by Allstar Weekend, just cause they're dancey.
What About Now and All These Lives - both by Daughtry, cause they're oldtimers.
Stand Tall and Lay Me Down - both by The Dirty Heads
I'm Still Here - John Rzeznik (My anthem. Anthem? Anthum? Idk.)
Hide - RED.
Meant to Live - Switchfoot, cause it never gets old.
Rock to em, villers.