No, I didn't just bitch slap your creative spirit.

"Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known."

- Chuck Palahniuk


I'm Abbie. 17, strange, usually lots of fun.

I like photography and music and beautiful things. Reconnecting with old friends, finger painting, weird foods from different countries, long plane flights especially at night & over oceans, playing guitar, driving, acting a fool in public when I'm with friends, proper grammar, medical textbooks;

I don't like misspellings, repeating myself, bad hair days, uncomfortable bras, speed limits, paintings that are hung unevenly, unwashed clothes, wasps, people with attitude problems.
~ Friday, April 2 ~
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Clam: I am.

I feel like tumblring tonight. It only happens when I’m not feeling content with my actual life. So I like, idk stay home and pass up parties and opportunities to get messed up or just hang out with other people my age and instead just like bake and read and tumblr and watch tv and learn some new guitar stuff and basically act like a clam. I am a clam. Clam: I am. 

I only have the attention span to do this shit when Im in a clam state. I just picked up Blackbird in about 10 minutes last night. It would normally take me days to sit down and learn the stupid song but when Im all, alseihfalk like a sea creature I can do it.

And I almost had an anxiety attack in my backyard this afternoon. Pretty sure that experience ruined my day. What caused this disaster you may ask? Not something serious or awful to most people. Just the one thing that I have some stupid irrational issue with. Wasps. Great, right? Yeah, no. Standing in my backyard trying to figure out the quickest way to get something out of the garage for my mom and I see a wasp just chilling on the garage door. Gay, right? Then I turn around. There is a wasp flying around my legs. Even more gay. Three wasps buzzing around over the pool next to me. And like five sitting above the back door so I cant even go inside. It was hot as balls outside and I needed to get shit done inside and the wasps were keeping me trapped out there basically and I started hyperventilating and tearing up and yeah. I’m fucking retarded, I swear. Oh, it makes more sense when you know I’m allergic to wasp stings. But still. This whole story makes me sound like a mega-fag. Which I basically am. But thanks anyways.