CYNDECISIVE

I've always wanted to be a museum curator, so think of this blog as my own mini museum. It's full of works of art, musings, exhibits, and nonsense eagerly awaiting your interpretation.

Cynthia/Cyn/Cindy.

I'm 19 but I don't think age means much.
Miami for now, NYC eventually.

I'm a Hospitality major at FIU. I'm also a hopeless romantic, coffee addict
and a generally happy person.

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I'm in love with:
Lady Gaga and Lana Parrilla

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Making a trip to whole foods tomorrow

- fresh almond butter

- a new pair of toms

- macarons from the bakery

- gummi bears

- loose leaf tea

- granola

- chocolate covered espresso beans

- general tsao’s tofu

That’s all I can think of that I need to get so far. Any suggestions? What else should I buy?

Finale at Dior Haute Couture SS 1998

Productivity at work ;)

You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state. It’s just… quite sad

― Hunger Games (via skeletales)

(Source: atomos)

“4 my Evil Regals!”