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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.

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Sep
8th
Tue
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Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink
— e.e cummings (via theculturepages)
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Routine

Humans are creatures of habit. Everyone knows that. When you change from one routine to another, or to no routine, you always feel awkward and anxious about it. It’s why moving is so anxiety-ridden, you never know what might be out there once you get there.

As much as I wish this wasn’t true, I feel so much more comfortable once I establish a routine. When I have my class times, meeting times, meal times, and sometimes nap times all set up, I feel great. I know when I can slack off and when I can go do something fun because every other time I have something I have to do. I like knowing when my friends will be at certain places so I can go see them and talk. I also like knowing when I can have time alone to de-stress.

Classes start in about 11 hours, and as much as the work is going to get to me and stress me out, probably sometime soon, I’m really happy to finally be back doing this. However, I’m going to miss this summer so much.

Sep
6th
Sun
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blackberry party last night

blackberry party last night

Sep
3rd
Thu
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What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?
— Robert Schuller (via intolove)
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every time it rains, it stops raining. every time you hurt, you heal. after darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. nothing lasts forever. not the good or the bad. so you might as well smile while you’re here.
— i wrote this for you (via averageteengirl)
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Aug
31st
Mon
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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
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So I leave for BC in a few hours…

So I leave for BC in a few hours…

Aug
28th
Fri
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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
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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
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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
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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.

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.

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Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man.
— Friedrich Nietzsche (stolen from the financial times this morning) (via thesevagabondshoesphotos)