December 2011
56 posts
I love books. The ability to be sitting in a crowd...
redemptionintheverse:
exactly the same way i feel about videogames
Books books books.
“The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it...”
– Eckhart Tolle (via lucifelle)
“If you know someone who’s depressed please resolve never to ask them why....”
– Stephen Fry, (via strongerthistime)
Picture My Life: He calls me “rough around the... →
paperlesswords:
He calls me “rough around the edges”
Claims it’s a compliment
But says he prefers his women soft
I’ve got too much mileage on me
But he’d rather have a girl who’s yet to hit the road
I’ve pounded too much pavement
Healed too many of my own scars
And he wants someone who would depend on him
“Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for...”
– Betty Smith (via mermaidsongs)
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It...”
– Neil Gaiman (via atomiclanterns)
“Weight loss problems #373 Every dress size I drop, I lose even more boob.”
Planning a trip to the zoo...
Childish lunchboxes included. I don’t usually post this sort of thing, but I am massively MASSIVELY EXCITED. Would post this on Fb, but the victim of my birthday presents might see. Zoo zoo zoo zoo zoo zoo zoo!
Oh, and uni work. In less than 48 hours I will be free. FOR THE ZOOO!
Drunk and crying alone at 4pm is probably not the best shout. I will finish this drink and walk it off. Go into uni and do some work, or at least try and sort out a tiny bit of my life. Will be back to post drunkenly in about an hour.
Panic about uni work...
Means being drunk all day on my own.
Watching LOTR and not doing a 2500 word essay due in 48 hours.
“The mind is beautiful because of the paradox. It uses itself to understand...”
– Adam Elenbass (via ffolkthepainaway)
Just scratched my back. Felt ribs. No longer hungry. I should stop this.
For the first time in years, I’m crying and I can’t stop.
“There are no words to describe the scream in my mind right now.”
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love...”
– Charles Bukowski (via coquettesfancy)
