Umm Diablo 3 is FUCKING amazing
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K still can’t even believe this happened! JACK FUCKING WHITE holy crap I saw a God tonight…. he was amazing #jackwhite #thewiltern (Taken with instagram)
Jack White at the Hult Center in Eugene Oregon Memorial Day 2012
I cannot wait to see him tonight!!!
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13 Going on 30, 2004 (dir. Gary Winick)
Me whenever I drink.
Tickets for Weekend 1, Coachella 2013 are mine. Awwww yeahhhh
All the single babies, all the single babies…
This is one of the last photos I took with my Mom, at least that I have.
It was my freshman year of college, and I was homesick. Instead of driving to Redondo, I drove twice the distance to McMinniville since I thought my Dad would be opposed to me going home so soon. After 12 hard hours of driving alone, I arrived at my Grandma’s house. My Grandma wasn’t there, but my Mom was there waiting for me with open arms. I cried. I was tired, and it was nice to see her.
During that trip, we had a few stupid arguments. Once was over her not knowing the way to the movie theatre, and me getting upset because we were lost. That same day, at the movie theatre, she was in front of me. She opened the door, but forgot to hold it open—and it hit me in the face as I was following behind with the popcorn and drinks. We laughed. And laughed more during Final Destination 5. She’s the reason I love movies (no matter how stupid and shitty) and of course, why I love popcorn.
That trip was the last time I saw my Mom. We talked on the phone here and there, but me not being a phone person made it difficult. She was there for me as much as she could be though—despite her illness, she made sure to show she loved me. Even if I called at 3 am crying, she was the person that answered and stayed up until I stopped.
This Mother’s Day is particularly difficult. It’s the second one she’s been gone for, and it’s really easy to get down because of it. Especially when our society shoves it in your face—it’s everywhere, and of course, everyone is paying attention to it because Mother’s are important.
But today, I’m going to smile. Instead of crying, I’m going to be happy that I got the 20 years with her that I did. Things were not always good, but you know, she tried her best. And maybe that wasn’t always enough, but she did love me. Even in her final note, she told me she loved me. And I’m going to take it.
