my name's monique.
i love life.
hot guys, unhealthy food, GREAT movies.
school, dumb boys, bitchy girls, vegetables.
on my ipod right now?
creep // radiohead
blue lips // regina spektor
down // blink-182
skinny love // bon iver
come away with me // norah jones
sparks // coldplay
don't speak // no doubt
I want to hold your hand // t.v carpio
dear you, you're the peanut butter to my jelly. the mac to my cheese, the eyelashes to my eyelid, the hair to my head, the veins to my heart, the key to my lock, the cloud to my dream, the warmth to my cold, the hero to my damsel in distress, the love to my life, the shine to my eye, the smile to my teeth, the lips to my lips, the boyfriend to my girlfriend, the sparkle to my diamond, the bracelet to my arm, the ring to my finger, the woody to my buzz light year, the charger to my phone, the text to my book, the + symbol to my math problem. you are the love of my life... funny thing is? you don't know it yet.
How many times do I have to cut myself to be a "cutter"? How many times do I have to make myself throw up to be considered "bulimic"? How much worse do I have to get to deserve help? People tell me I'm the happiest person they've ever met. I'm waiting for the day when I can be that for myself, too. -sixbillionsecrets.com