January 2012
December 2011
Angry / Displeased: (*≧m≦*) (>_< )o ｏ( >oo< )┘|}} ＼(＠O＠)／ （≧▼≦；) ＼(〇O〇)／ s(・｀ヘ´・;)ゞ（▼へ▼メ）＼(`O´θ／ θ＼(；￢_￢) ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ 凸(-0-メ) 凸(｀△´＋） 凸(｀0´)凸 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸 ＼(｀0´)／ -`д´- (>人
Apologizing: m(_ _)m m(._.)m ｍ（．＿．）ｍ （ﾉ´д｀） (シ_ _)シ ＜(。_。)＞ ｍ（＿ ＿；；ｍ m(￢0￢)m
Bears: (￣(エ)￣) (｡･ω･｡) (●｀･(ｴ)･´●) (*ノ・ω・） 川´･ω･`川 ( (ﾐ´ω`ﾐ)) ヾ(T(エ)Tヽ) ＼(・｀(ｪ)・)/ ⊂(ο･㉨･ο）⊃ (^(エ)^) (^(I)^) (￣(ｴ)￣)ﾉ ⊂(￣(工)￣)⊃ ⊂(^(工)^)⊃ ⊂(・(ェ)・)⊃ (*￣(ｴ)￣*) ヾ(´(ｴ)｀ﾉﾞ (／(ｴ)＼) ⊂(￣(ｴ)￣)⊃ “(`(エ)´)ノ (｀(エ)´)ﾉ Ψ(￣(ｴ)￣)Ψ (/-(ｴ)-＼) (´(エ)｀) ヽ(￣(ｴ)￣)ﾉ (／￣(ｴ)￣)／ ┏((＝￣(ｴ)￣=))┛ (●￣(ｴ)￣●) (♥ó㉨ò)ﾉ♡ ・㉨・ (ó㉨ò)
Cats: (=^･ｪ･^=) (=^‥^=) ( =①ω①=) (=^･^=) o(^・x・^)o d(=^･ω･^=)b V(=^･ω･^=)v (=ＴェＴ=) (=;ェ;=) (=｀ω´=) ヽ(=^･ω･^=)丿 (=^･ω･^)y＝ ＼(=^‥^)/'` (^-人-^) ヽ(^‥^=ゞ) (^・ω・^ ) (=^-ω-^=) b(=^‥^=)o (.=^・ェ・^=) （=´∇｀=） ヾ(=ﾟ･ﾟ=)ﾉ ~(=^‥^)ノ ~(=^‥^)/ (=ｘェｘ=) (=；ェ；=) (=｀ェ´=) (^･o･^)ﾉ" (^._.^)ﾉ └(=^‥^=)┐ ='①。①'=
Confused: (´･_･`) (◎_◎;) (｀_´)ゞ (◎-◎；) (・_・ヾ (￣(エ)￣)ゞ (-_-)ゞ゛ ('◇')? ヽ(゜Q。)ノ？ (´｀;) ？ 【・ヘ・?】 【・_・?】 ( ・◇・)？ (゜-゜) ヾ(´･ ･｀｡)ノ" ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ) ( ?´_ゝ｀) o(´^｀)o (´−｀) ﾝｰ (」ﾟヘﾟ)」 (•ิ_•ิ)? 「(°ヘ°) (。ヘ°) ヽ(゜Q。)ノ？ (´｀;) ？ 〈(゜。゜) (゜。゜) く（＾_・）ゝ (^～^;)ゞ
Dancing: ヘ(^_^ヘ) (ノ^_^)ノ o(^^o) (o^^)o (ノ´＿ゝ｀）ノ ヾ(^ ^ゞ (ノ‥)ノ ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ ヾ(*´∇`)ﾉ ヾ(･ω･*)ﾉ (*ﾉ´□`)ﾉ 。(⌒∇⌒。) (。⌒∇⌒)。 〜(￣▽￣〜) (〜￣▽￣)〜 〜(^∇^〜） （〜^∇^) 〜(￣△￣〜) (〜￣△￣)〜 ┗(｀ー´)┓ ┏(｀ー´)┛ ┗(＾0＾)┓ (＾0＾)┛ (ノ￣ー￣)ノ ヘ(￣ー￣ヘ) ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ) (ノ￣ω￣)ノ ヘ(^o^ヘ)(ノ^o^)ノ ヾ(-_- )ゞ ヾ(＠^∇^＠)ノ (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ ＼(^ω^＼) (ﾉﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ ヽ(ﾟｰﾟ*ヽ) ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ (ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ ヽ(*´Д｀*)ﾉ (o´･_･)っ ヾ(*д*) ヽ(°◇° )ノ ヽ( °◇°)ノ (ノ°ο°)ノ (ﾉ･o･)ﾉ ヾ(^^ゞ) ヾ(ﾟ∀ﾟゞ) ヽ(´ー`)ﾉ ヾ（*⌒ヮ⌒*）ゞ 〈( ^.^)ノ ┌（★ｏ☆）┘ └（★ｏ★）┐ ♪(┌・。・)┌
Dead: x_x；） (*_*) (×_×;） (×_×# (#+_+) (+_+) ヾ(×× ) ﾂ （Ω_Ω） へ（>
Dogs: Uo･ｪ･oU ∪･ω･∪ U｡･ｪ･｡U ▽・ω・▽ ▽・ｗ・▽ Ｕ^皿^Ｕ ｖ・。・Ｖ ＵＴｪＴＵ (^・(I)・^) U・♀・U ｏ（Ｕ・ω・）⊃ (^・x・^) (U・x・U) ▼o・ェ・o▼ U＾ェ＾U U￣ｰ￣U
┌U･ｪ･U┘ └@(･ｪ･)@┐ ヾ(●ω●)ノ (〓￣(∵エ∵)￣〓)
Drinking: ｏ口(・∀・ ) (。・・)_且 且_(ﾟ◇ﾟ；)ノﾞ ~旦_(^O^ ) ( ゜Д゜)⊃旦 ( ´･ω･`)_且~ ( ^-^)_旦"" (*^◇^)_旦 (*｀▽´)_旦~~ ~(=^‥^)_旦~ (＾-＾)＿日 ~~旦_(･o･;) ( -_-)旦~ (＃´ー´)旦 且_(・_・ )
Evil / Sneaky: (・｀ω´・) ψ(｀∇´)ψ （｀ー´） (｡･｀ω´･｡) o(｀ω´*)o | ｀Д´| (｀ε´)(σ- `д･´) (｀Д´*) （=｀〜´=） (ﾒ｀ﾛ´)/ Ψ(｀▽´)Ψ (#｀∀´)_Ψ (*-`ω´- )人 (ц｀ω´ц*) (｀∀´)Ψ ψ(*｀ー´)ψ Ψ(｀◇´)Ψ “ψ(｀∇´)ψ
Greetings / Goodbyes: ヾ(＾∇＾) (^-^*)/ ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ ( ^_^)／ (^o^)/ (^ _ ^)/ ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ (ﾉ´∀｀*)ﾉ (ヾ(´･ω･｀) ☆ﾐ(o*･ω･)ﾉ ＼(＾▽＾*) (*＾▽＾)／ (￣▽￣)ノ ヾ(-_-;)
ヾ( ' - '*) ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ ~ヾ ＾∇＾ ~ヾ(＾∇＾) ＼(￣O￣) (｡･ω･)ﾉﾞ (*^･ｪ･)ﾉ
(￣∠ ￣ )ﾉ (*￣Ｏ￣)ノ ヾ(｡´･_●･`｡)☆ (/・0・) (ノ^∇^) (,, ･∀･)ﾉ゛ (。･д･)ﾉﾞ
＼(°o°；） (｡´∀｀)ﾉ (o´ω`o)ﾉ ( ･ω･)ﾉ (。^_・)ノ ( ・_・)ノ ＼(-o- ) (。-ω-)ﾉ
＼(-_- ) ＼( ･_･) ヾ(´￢｀)ﾉ ヾ(☆▽☆) (^ Q ^)/゛ ~(＾◇^)/ ヘ('◇'、)/ ヘ(°◇、°)ノ
ヘ(°￢°)ノ ヘ(゜Д、゜)ノ （ ゜ρ゜)ノ ー( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
Happy: (●´∀｀●) (｀・ω・´)” ヽ(；▽；)ノ (*´・ｖ・) (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ (⌒▽⌒)☆ ⊂((・▽・))⊃ (≧∇≦)/ (´･ω･`) （’-’*) ∩( ・ω・)∩ (*≧▽≦)
＼（＾ ＾）／ Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ （ ´∀｀） (^～^) ＼（＠￣∇￣＠）／ (☆^O^☆)
(★^O^★) (☆^ー^☆) (´ω｀★) ＼（Ｔ∇Ｔ）／ ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ *(*´∀｀*)☆ Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ﾉ d=(´▽｀)=b ＼(*T▽T*)／ ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ （*＾ワ＾*） (＾Д＾)ﾉ (´∀`) (°◇°;) (゜▽゜;) (/^▽^)/ (ﾉ´ｰ`)ﾉ ヽ(´ー`)ﾉ ( ＾∇＾) ＼( ｀.∀´)／
(●⌒∇⌒●) o(≧∇≦o) ヽ(｀◇´)/ ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ （＾ω＾） ｡◕‿◕｡ ⊙ω⊙ ⊙△⊙ o (◡‿◡✿) (∩_∩) (•ิ_•ิ) (/•ิ_•ิ)/
Hiding: |･ω･｀) ﾍ(･_| ｜−・;） |ω・） |_・)
Kissing: (´ε｀ )♡ ～(^з^)-☆ |°з°| （＿ε＿） ('ε') |(￣3￣)| （￣ε￣＠） （*＾3＾）
(´ε｀*) (○´3｀)ﾉ (☆´3｀) (*￣з￣) (づ￣ ³￣)づ （○゜ε＾○） (TεT) (-ε- ) （＠ーεー＠） （*＾3＾）/～☆ ლ(|||⌒εー|||)ლ
Laughing: （・∀・） （ ´∀｀） （⌒▽⌒） （＾ｖ＾）
Mellow / Whatever: ヽ（´ー｀）┌ ┗┐ヽ(′Д、`*)ﾉ┌┛ ヽ( ´¬`)ノ ┗┃・ ■ ・┃┛ ヾ(´A｀)ノﾟ
ヽ（・＿・；)ノ ヽ( ￣д￣;)ノ ＼（〇_ｏ）／ ヽ(。_°)ノ ＼(;´□｀)/ ヾ(*´ー`)ノ ヽ('ー`)ノ ヽ(ー_ー )ノ (´～｀；） ┐('～`；)┌ ヽ（*ω。）ノ (;´・`)> （＾～＾）
Painful: ☆⌒(＞。≪) ☆￣(＞。☆ ~(>_
Sad / Crying: ｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д
Scared: (ノдヽ) ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ (／。＼) （／_＼） （／．＼）
Shocked / Surprised: ( ꒪Д꒪)ノ (((( ;°Д°)))) ((((；゜Д゜))) （゜◇゜） （￣□￣；） ∑(O_O；) ＼(>o
⊙０⊙ w(°ｏ°)w L(・o・)」 (○o○) （・□・；）
Shy / Embarrassed: ^_^;) (^^ゞ (^^;) (#^.^#) ('-'*) (*^^*) （＠´＿｀＠） (⌒_⌒;) (#｀ε´#ゞ （*/∇＼*） (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ (*´ｪ｀*) (*´∀`*) (*´_ゝ｀) (*´∀`*) (/ω＼) (*ﾉ▽ﾉ) (*ﾉωﾉ) （/｡＼) （。-＿-。）
Singing: ヾ(´□｀* )ノ （＾Ｏ＾☆♪ ＼(^o^)／ (´▽｀)ノ♪ "ヽ(´▽｀)ノ" ヽ(´▽｀；)/♪ ヽ(´・｀)ﾉ ヽ(○´∀`)ﾉ♪ ヾ(´ρ｀)〃 ヾ(´〇｀)ﾉ (´△｀)♪ (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪
Sleeping / Waking Up: ［(－－)］zzz (´～`) ヾ(。￣□￣)ﾂ ヾ(￣0￣； )ノ ヾ(。￣□￣)ﾂ ヾ(。￣□￣)ﾂ ヾ(￣□￣;)ﾉ (。-ω-)zzz (-_-) zzz (∪｡∪)｡｡｡zzz
Smug: ー(￣～￣)ξ (`へ´*)ノ (￣^￣) （￣へ￣） （￣～￣;） (￣ェ￣;) (-、-) ( ；｀ヘ´)
o(´^｀)o (￣ω￣;)
Winking: （＾＿－） (－ｏ⌒) （＾＿−） (^_-) (^_−)☆ (⌒.−)＝★
Worried: (ーー;) ( ；´Д｀) （；￣ェ￣） ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ (￣◇￣;) ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ （−＿−；） (~_~;) ((*゜Д゜) (･_-｡ ) ⊙﹏⊙ ミ●﹏☉ミ (-'๏_๏'-) (⊙...⊙ ) ( ´△｀) (;° ロ°)
ヽ（゜ロ゜；）ノ （°o°；）
Stars / Symbols: ━━☆＞＾） ☆彡 ★彡 ☆彡 ★彡 ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ `*:;,．★ ～☆・:.,;*
2011 is almost over. Inbox me something you've...
karenlikesjello.tumblr.com/ask
Friend1: "Everybody shut up." *picks up phone* "Hey mom."
Friend2: "Come back to bed"
Friend3: *Various sex noises*
Friend4: "Put your pants back on"
Friend5: "PASS THE WEED"
stayed up making a new blog for the new year
its called
365boogers
ahah
im so tired
i wanna go somewhere
it doesnt feel like a new year
it doesnt even feel like winter
“The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a...”
– Alan Bennett (via 15natives)
Have you ever felt?
itsjustme-charlene:
Like you don’t know what’s going on anymore. Like you don’t care about anything anymore. You’ve lost motivation to do anything. Your mind is set on too many things that you are confused about your feelings, and you can’t explain how you feel either. The feeling of emptiness, and feeling that barely anyone is there for you. Feeling that no one understands you anymore. And it...
walks into chair
me: sorry
chair:
“Kind of defines you, doesn’t it? You know like, one moment you’re gliding along…...”
– Hitch (via anditslove)
FINN BIKKJEN
casiokids
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hanthelion:
Even if you stop thinking of someone, you can’t just stop missing them. Not a year, a decade, or even a whole lifetime of trying can make it stop once it starts. You just learn to store them deeper into your heart. Tucked away so that you don’t have to think of them. But the ones who are the most concealed are the ones whom you love most. You’ll know what I mean when you see them...
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honestly i dont feel like doing this permit stuff
but i wanna drive my car );
and get a job );
and go places );
im such a lazy bastard ahah
all this thinking, tumblring & music is distracting
i hope i dont grow old living alone in a house full of cats
get fat & grow a beard and all
actually a beard would be pretty cool
im tired
Watchoh my ~
kiingofhearts:
i’m kinda tired of this whole going to bed alone thing
life is so frustrating
cardcaptorsollux:
baby youre as hot as the bottom of my laptop
Oh nose winter break is almost over & I haven’t gotten my permit yet :c
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It makes my heart sink when I see someone unhappy with their gift. I’m a hypocrite for saying, “they should appriciate what they get.” The worst part is that they’re too nice, its horrible, and you can’t help but feel terrible.
Sigh* another sleepless night~
I wish to go to a place that blasts christmas music of lovely singers and I shall spin in circles in the middle of the field and fall asleep with wonderful music and fabulous people all around.
it doesn’t feel like christmas :c
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“The brief release of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a...”
– Elizabeth Wurtzel (via casimirpulaskiday)
(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ (○'ω'○) [´・ω・`] ヾ(｡･ω･｡) (´-ω-｀) ...