January 2010
WAKE UP. SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT AND, YOU SILLY...
I NEED SOME PLACE TO HIDE
now i am seventeen...
mum told me on my last day of being sixteen that i wasn’t myself anymore.
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maybe i actually do feel a little different. i feel like gravity has got a better hold of me now.
“I don’t want to have a bar of soap of this”
– Willem Wassenaar (legend)
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who...”
– Lemony Snickett (via artpixie)
“Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one’s nerves -...”
– Oscar Wilde (via artpixie)
Anonymous asked: You are kinda psycho.
Anonymous asked: I think you're a bit of a psycho.
WRITING IT IN CAPITALS ON TUMBLR DOESN'T ACTUALLY...
I'M REALLY FREAKING OUT. I AM FRRREEAKING OUT.
on the train today
this morning on the train i had a little bit of a euphoric moment (i just have them sometimes) when i was watching some piles of little rocks as the train passed beside them. i watched them go (even though i knew it was me who was going, it looked like they were going) and i grew a grin, a very big grin, because it felt rather miraculous that i should just be there appreciating those little rocks....
