September 2009
Bold only the truth
pwnator:
noahkai:
supertruestory:
imnotyogi:bicyclebuiltfortwo:thethrillofit:sowrongitsxsteph:violentfrustration:pacheeks:eyemonfire:jakeelynn:itsharlan:anemptyheartreplacedwithparanoia:hearsamrawr:
I am a cuddler I am a morning person I am a perfectionist I am a night person I am an only child I am Catholic I am currently in my pajamas I am currently suffering from a broken heart I...
sometimes i get so sad over the littlest things (or what seem to be little things. i dunno. it varies. blah.) and i just want to bury myself in a huge pile of blankets and pillows and sweaters so maybe i’ll just fall asleep and stop feeling so bad. and then when i wake up i’ll forget what i was sad about in the first place, and then i’ll be all happy and carefree again. i’m...
“When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake,...”
– Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via quotewhore) (via iamblessed) (via soundofbones)
i should seriously be sleeping right now. but...
meh. whatever! stupid messed-up body clock ><
theo-paper-writing is so boring! rawr.
i propose a toast
to this lovely new theme.
My, what big letters you have…
*clink*
one day
…i am going to sell my stuff on etsy (or wherever) and then i’ll make a whole bunch of money, with which i will buy all the awesome handmade stuff i see people selling on the internet.
“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the...”
– Jim Morrison (via brokenmachine)
From The Long Sad Party, Mark Strand
poetry365:
Someone was saying something about shadows covering the field, about how things pass, how one sleeps toward morning and the morning goes.
Someone was saying how the wind dies down but comes back, how shells are the coffins of wind but the weather continues.
It was a long night and someone said something about the moon shedding its white on the cold field, that there was...
