When Is It My Time?

I'm Allie. There's not much to me... I like simplicity, but I'm a complex thinker. I love theatre. I like people who make me smile. I fall way too hard, way too often, and for all the wrong people. I cry when I should laugh, and laugh when I should cry. I'm just as happy as I can be, and I'm waiting for my time to come. I don't know when it will, or what it will be, but I know it's coming. And when it does? It'll be great. <3


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“ Let’s suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream that you wanted to dream, and that you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of dreams, or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would, naturally as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fufill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure you could concieve. And after several nights, of 75 years of total pleasure each, you would say “Well, that was pretty great. But now let’s have a surprise. Let’s have a dream which isn’t under control. Where something is gonna happen to me that I don’t know what it’s gonna be.” And you would dig that and come out of that and say “Wow, that was a close shave, wasn’t it?”. And then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream. And finally, you would dream where you are now. You would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today. Alan Watts (via masseyp)


My momma made it :)

My momma made it :)



“ May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground; carry on. Fun.
“ You’ve gotta put one foot in front of the other, and just keep walking on. 13

I am so lucky to have him.

No, not some boy that I like or whatever. A true friend.

I feel so blessed right now that I have someone to tell literally everything to. I am so glad that we talked for two hours and talked about our lives and I’m so grateful that he could just listen and not judge. He’s the first person to tell me that he gets it, and he actually does.

I really love him. As a friend. I’m so lucky to have him behind me.



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Why is this my favorite picture ever? I love this boy. Sooo much.

Why is this my favorite picture ever?

I love this boy. Sooo much.