young, broke and beautiful

(201): Dude. Muppets take manhattan on netflix instant. Pass my midterm or relive my childhood? Tough decision.

hey midterms, i know what my wish for 11:11 is.

LET ME PASS.

i love you, but:

peterwknox:

emilyinternet:

i wouldn’t go below 14th st for you

an interesting nyt article about “long-distance dating” in nyc. luckily my boyf is only as far away as a full-size bed allows, but i do wonder how hard it’d be to commute over an hour to see each other. (with his current evening schedule, it’d be miserable.) i certainly have a hard enough time seeing friends who live in opposite ends of brooklyn.

Well, this hits home.

BIG cities like New York are both deeply convenient — two steps to the deli for milk in the morning — and deeply inconvenient. It is possible to live in the same city as the person you are dating, and have to travel an hour, or even two, to get together.

I’m Queens, She’s Brooklyn. I’m Hoboken, She’s Manhattan. It’s Astoria or Park Slope. There’s always an hour in between. And it can drive me crazy, but I like to read, like to see her, and when we’re together, we’re both present and on a date. I still appreciate that even a year of doing this, 50-odd weeks of dates, they’re still special and exciting. That hour on the R-Train, I’m using to get excited to see her.

I think this is what makes romance in New York that much more interesting. There’s always that anticipation when traveling to see someone you want to see that you get on the train ride over. I’ve had it many times for different people, and I don’t think it’s an inconvienience. I think it’s one of the more special things the city has that isn’t on purpose.

To: [Redacted]

I really don’t know why I like you, especially since I know so little about you, but I have that strange “I really want to get to know you” feeling where I think you might be someone that I’d fall madly in like with in the span of a car ride from Boston to New York and we’d be great together until the point where something happened where one of us had to go somewhere far and we just parted, but as friends, and I’d truly believe that span of time spent with you wasn’t a waste. But for now, all I can think of is where that conversation might have gone that one time we did talk, that one time that I can’t even remember that well.

I am of the type to think everything I ever get into will end, and its not because I’m a pessimist, but rather a realist, and I’d rather think that I predicted the end rather than have it come up rather abruptly without me having had any chance to even think about what might happen. Surprises have caught me, not often, but when they do it’s never good and so I’ve become trained to always prepare for the worst. But endings aren’t always bad, and looking back I know I’m not putting up any kind of wall, but I think, knocking it down to see if you might want to keep me from rebuilding it.

Maybe I just need to step it up and actually have a conversation with you this semester. But that’s hard seeing as my nervous habit is talking a lot, and yours seems to be talking as little as possible, so its not exactly the best match in the world, but I’d still want to try.

HI, I'M DANIELA

AND I OVERREACT.

(via bellavita)

fast forward

in junior and senior year of high school, especially junior year, my best friend group consisted of me, my bff Mo, who is a girl, and three guys. we were inseparable, and even through distance, we were still extremely close. after school, me and Mo would go to one of the guys’ houses to hang out and just be retarded. so this consisted of baking, dressing up, watching the guys play poker, going to mcdonalds and ordering 20 chicken mcnuggets, watching tv, playing video games and making fun of how awkward the characters were, and taking tons of pictures of all the stupid things we did.

fast forward four years, one of my best friends from high school is now getting married on saturday. it seems unreal, seeing as only four years ago, we were going around acting like the 16 year olds we were. marriage. this is the real deal.

on trying to make sense of something that never was.

It’s not that I’m hurt, it’s that I’m surprised. The fact is, I moved on long ago, but honestly, there was never anything to move on from. I didn’t even like you very much. But it’s still surprising. You think all this time you have the upper hand (and that’s my favorite thing), and you start getting really cocky about things like these, and then all of a sudden you realize maybe you were wrong.