anthropomorphic bean cake

my life is way too busy @_@

I got classses, and my organization (of which I recently became VP) and then work and then I have to visit my parents, and we still have to go grocery shopping and I got laundry to do and stuff to vacuum and then the next day I’m going tubing with some friends and then I got two parties to go to after that and I’m all @_@ I’d just like a nap right now, please?

AND I need to find some place to volunteer in the next month, like a hospital or something @_@ so the list will get even longer and my sleep cycle will hate me.

So.

I always get super emotional when that time of the month comes ‘round, usually to do with my insecurities and my boyfriend. 
The thought of him with other chicks drives me crazy, I mean, I absolutely loathe the idea that some other girls out there know his body the way I do. Even though he claims he’s only ever had this level of intimacy with me, I’m just disturbed by the fact that all of his female friends are essentially ex’s in one shape or form.
:/

Is that weird? Do I need to just get a grip and get over it? I know he loves me, I can see it in his eyes, I can feel it in his every touch but I just worry. Am I becoming unbearable? I can be quite insecure and I keep thinking maybe he’s getting sick of it…maybe he wants someone confident and sexy. I can’t do sexy, I can pull off cute, even beautiful but sexy…it just seems laughable to me.
He loves me. He wants to marry me. I know this, I know it…then why am I so worried about driving him away?  

I have to read the first 60 pages of Mrs. Dalloway for class tomorrow

nilecrocodile:

rachelmaddowismygirlfriend:

anthropomorphicbeancake:

but I’m on tumblr. because tumblr is awesome. 

but seriously, the whole book is a chick throwing a party, I yawned when I opened it. I take that to be a sign. An omen even.  

I’m going to be really bored for like an hour or two. :/

#isn’t she like a philosopher feminist thing or something

philosopher feminist

or something

:O
60 pages is a ton. like an elephant made of paper that I have to wrestle and kill for the ivory.
/Ialsolovetocomplain
//Ialsoalsolovehyperboles

Side Note: now that I’ve read it, I actually like it tbh. Very flowery but nice.

I’m wearing a hat.

It’s green. :3

I wish my roommate would quit cooking so much.

it smells delicious and it’s making me realize I have no food.
or money. 
WAH

/complain

looking for a bike on craigslist

because my legs are not an adequate mode of transportation.

and it’s pretty hard to get a car without a license. X|

My mother makes me want to punt babies.

:|

Cold days is why god invented dyers. True Story.

There is nothing better than a thunderstorm, a cold house and a comfy sweater right from the tumbling machine of warmth and love. <3