young, broke and beautiful

my name is daniela and i'm from the best city in the world, though nine months out of the year i live here. i like non-awkward hugs, hanes white v-necks, american apparel, and making people laugh. i'm surprisingly funny too. you'd like me.

some of my favorite things include reading, listening to music, taking pictures and ~~getting emails~~ figuring out exactly what I did last weekend.

college freshmen

so tonight, having ice cream across the street from campus, me and three other girls were talking about how awkward the freshmen are during orientation. they have to force out conversation and make awkward shallow friendships during that time based on the few topics they have in common: where they’re from, what other schools they got into, what classes they’re taking, and where they’re living. they try to act all normal and not show how weird they really are because they’re afraid no one will like them if they’re weird.

so we kept getting stares from the freshies because we were dying laughing quoting Mean Girls and talking about how friendships are completely based on being weird and finding someone else whose weirdness is compatible with your weirdness and having other people accept your weirdness and not think you’re strange. because if you’re not your weird self with your friends, than who can you be yourself with?

Aug
30th

Sun

So I leave for BC in a few hours…

Aug
28th

Fri

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person. There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

— Chuck Palahniuk (via downbeatdame)

Aug
26th

Wed

This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he’d never be truly happy until he met “the one.” This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total misreading of the movie “The Graduate.” The girl, Summer Finn of Shinicock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent’s marriage, she’d only loved two things. The first was her long, dark hair. The second was how she easily she could cut it off and feel nothing.

— (via 500daysofsummer)

Aug
25th

Tue

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que acendio de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,

sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.

— Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda (translation)

Aug
24th

Mon

i really loved this movie, but it made me even sadder than Closer did. it was kind of the final nail in the coffin. i don’t think i believe in love anymore. or at least, i’m not sure it’s something i would want again.

Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man.

— Friedrich Nietzsche (stolen from the financial times this morning) (via thesevagabondshoesphotos)

Aug
23rd

Sun

So while on vacation, I saw the movie Closer one night when I couldn’t sleep. You know, the movie where Natalie Portman is a stripper? Yeah, so I really liked it, but it scared the crap out of me. I feel like now I can never trust anyone I’m actually “committed” to. Who knows how badly they could be screwing you over behind your back? And it’s even worse when you’re married to them, because then, them leaving you or you leaving them isn’t just a walk out of the door, it involves legal papers and lawyers and more of that bullshit. And the worst part (or best) was the ending (which I won’t ruin), but who knows, maybe that’s someone’s hobby to just go around doing that and you might be the next person they stumble upon.

I don’t want to get married anymore.

I think I remember someone once saying this to me. I have to say I disagree.

(via newyorkcanwait: nickmantle: canadawhore)

Aug
17th

Mon

Dominican Republic till Saturday night.

Aug
16th

Sun

(bellavita)

newyorkcanwait:

(via pieddalouette)

Aug
15th

Sat

First time for everything