June 2013
you better cry too when you go
“A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”
—Such a strong, accurate statement (via 42violethill)
been listening to Black Skinhead on repeat, so psyched to clean my room
To bikers in my area
Get some lights
For the love of god wear a helmet;
I can tell you for sure, you definitely don’t look any cooler not wearing one
“Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”
—Sylvia Plath (via allegorys)
Sometimes I wonder if I’m like a mutant or something because I have dreams about things that I dreamt about years ago. Like last night I dreamt about this magician dude that I did dream about when I was younger and we were on a school trip and we had to pick two people to be a part of a trick and the trick was he killed one of them but this time we were older and it was creepier and I had to pick who got killed and then when I didn’t get killed I got left behind by the school bus and then it turned into a sex dream…… But seriously I’m a mutant, like everyone had aged and everything looked older. So weird
Uni hasn’t even been finished for a week and I’m already bored without like a poem due on Monday or a short story I’m meant to be work shopping OR EVEN A FUCKING JOURNAL ENTRY TO WORRY ABOUT AND FORGET ABOUT AND DO LATE
like fucking seriously I never thought I’d miss those journal entries
