cellar door.

Nikki.. College student, Red Sox fan, Vermonter, optimist, wild-hearted, loud-mouth, Irish, compassionate, hopeful romantic, bookworm, math lover, chem whiz, early riser, vigilante.

I love Christmas and falling in love and morning sex and going on adventures and bonfires and not giving a damn or thinking twice and laughing and penpals and sexy dresses and new friends and old friends and chocolate ice cream and flannel shirts and cheering people up.

e-mail me, for realsies: nmorrison07@gmail.com


Hey guys, look at how funny my face was when I was 15.

Hey guys, look at how funny my face was when I was 15.

Jason Varitek, love to love ya, baby.

Jason Varitek, love to love ya, baby.

newyearskiss: bikinifetish: shemakesmistakes:(via fazzyjae)

newyearskiss:

bikinifetish:

shemakesmistakes:(via fazzyjae)

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Don’t care what you say, this shit’s my jaaaaaaaam today.

It's surprising how much love just one body can hold.

staywildstayfree:

makethemyths, 1974-, lihtknack, thepinkster, they-call-her-love



Since I'm REALLY impulsive, my mom made me set a personal deadline.

Y’see, I want to change my hair. It’s all one length, it’s blonde, and it damn near touches the waist of my jeans. So tonight when I was talking to my mom, I told her I want to get my hair cut, and she told me to think about it for a few weeks to make sure I ABSOLUTELY want it.

This woman is 100% brillz. She knows me incredibly well, and entirely understands how I function. She told me to set a deadline for when I would actually change my hair, and I said December 26th. It’s the most depressing day of the year, and changing my hair would make it an AWESOME day because I’d feel like a million bucks and not even care that Christmas Spirit Season is over.

So I’m going to think about it. I’m going to dwell on whether or not how much I’d miss my hair the way it currently is would outweigh my love of the new hair. And then, on Dec 26th, I’m going to make my final decision.

And by the time I go to sleep that night, one of two things will happen:

a) I will have the same hair. The same long, one-length, honey blonde hair that I’ve had for two years now.

b) I’ll have long layers after chopping off 7 inches of my hair (trust me, I still wouldn’t be anywhere near my shoulders with that), slightly shorter bangs, and if I’m really feeling crazy and in need of a change, I’ll switch the color to an auburny chesnut color. I’ve had it before, it looked hot, I could do it again.

This is of no use to you, I don’t know why you just read all of that. I’m purely just vomiting my thoughts into my blog.

L8r h8r.

Marselis Parsons, everybody. This guy has been the news anchor on Channel 3 here in VT for my entire life. For longer than my mom has even been alive. This man right here has anchored the news for 42 motherfuckin’ years. He’s like Vermont’s grandpa, everybody loves him (and hates Jack Thurston, fuckin’ dick). I just found out five minutes ago that he retired in OCTOBER. On October 15 to be exact. And I didn’t know about it, so I didn’t get to watch his last time ever anchoring the Channel 3 News @ 6. But seriously. I met him at a gas station once when I was 8, and he gave me a big hug and paid for my bubblegum. Like I said. Marselis is Vermont’s grandpa. Love this man. And now I have to switch to Channel 5, since I can’t stand to look at Jack fucking Thurston’s lip glossed mug every fucking night at fucking 6pm when I should be seeing Marselis. Fucking Jack Thurston motherfucker.

Marselis Parsons, everybody.

This guy has been the news anchor on Channel 3 here in VT for my entire life. For longer than my mom has even been alive. This man right here has anchored the news for 42 motherfuckin’ years. He’s like Vermont’s grandpa, everybody loves him (and hates Jack Thurston, fuckin’ dick). I just found out five minutes ago that he retired in OCTOBER. On October 15 to be exact. And I didn’t know about it, so I didn’t get to watch his last time ever anchoring the Channel 3 News @ 6.

But seriously. I met him at a gas station once when I was 8, and he gave me a big hug and paid for my bubblegum.

Like I said. Marselis is Vermont’s grandpa.

Love this man. And now I have to switch to Channel 5, since I can’t stand to look at Jack fucking Thurston’s lip glossed mug every fucking night at fucking 6pm when I should be seeing Marselis. Fucking Jack Thurston motherfucker.

newyearskiss: viceroy: (via lavenderdays) I love this.

newyearskiss:

viceroy:

(via lavenderdays)

I love this.

(via aeropuertos)

(via aeropuertos)

Currently watching. [My cousin Brittany (who I miss a retarded amount) and I made this diabetes-inducing breakfast last winter while staying at our grandmother’s the weekend before Christmas. We nearly barfed, but we finished it all. Hahah. Dedication.]

Currently watching.

[My cousin Brittany (who I miss a retarded amount) and I made this diabetes-inducing breakfast last winter while staying at our grandmother’s the weekend before Christmas. We nearly barfed, but we finished it all. Hahah. Dedication.]

Bored

AIM - tomorrowmornings

Honey, gimme yo dress.

Honey, gimme yo dress.

(via bellavita)

(via bellavita)

Oreos and grape juice.

Breakfast of the champz.

dubliner: jessicalikesthis:lotusmodern Dream.

dubliner:

jessicalikesthis:lotusmodern

Dream.