I'm Taylor. I'd like to think I'm a pretty rational person, but it's all based on perception anyways. If you can't hold an intellectual conversation, then you're a pretty boring motherfucker in my mind.
I don't care much for piercings, especially not on me, but I love tattoos. I have one, and would love several more.
+ old films and tv series, the L word, photography, dirtbiking, softball, music, working out, caffeine and nicotine.
- still in the process of trial and error.
THIS IS MY GAME-PLAN.
it’s sad to think that putting it on tumblr is going to make it official, but oh well.
First of all, fuck men. In general. Dating them is like stepping on the World War 2 battlefield unless you come out a vet, and I’m not that lucky. Trying to be friends with them is essentially pointless because at this age, they’re just hoping every third millisecond to fuck. Needless to say, I know a bunch of assholes.
So, my time is going to be devoted to my studying, fundraising, graduating early, and then going to work with Children Of The Streets in Vancouver. Friends never last longer then highschool anyways, I’m new to this godforsaken town so no great friendships will bloom anyways, and no men know how to treat a women or can’t step up to the plate.
Nobody remains constant and sticks around. Everyone’s a bunch of cunts and I’m over it. I’m going to succeed and work hard to do so, even if my motivation is to uphold the middle finger in everyone’s faces when success reaches me. Fuck everyone.
