Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
artists
we work best in our cotton pyjamas;
optimum in our dark, cluttered rooms;
magical in our caffeine-induced high.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
I Have Zero Percent Charisma
standing in a roomful of people
and saying a speech
while looking down your hands
does not guarantee
any laughs.
standing in a roomful of people
and saying a speech
with visible facial expression
does guarantee
laughs.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I Just Love People With Enthusiasm
they make my world spin 'round and 'round.
I love their excited euphoria and their glow.
they're so fun to be around with.
HAVE SOME ENTHUSIASM, WHY WON'T YOU DARLING?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
No more expectations, just gonna go with flow and whatever happens, happens
I've come across
Chan and Bren's life philosophy
today.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
This Train Won't Wait For You
Ugh, my ringtone.
Sometimes I forget that it was actually a song in the first place.
It was in Sims 3?
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
I'M CRYING AND IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF HORMONES
oh goodness.
I remember telling my mum that my lips are starting to chap because of the heat.
and today I just noticed a tube of lip balm with apple cider flavor on my vanity dresser.
I'm literally crying.
Oh goodness.
My mum is the best.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
It's Kinda Stupid That You Need A Book to Tell You About the 14,000 Things You Should Be Happy About
Cause you gotta already know it yourself, right?
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
Group F Anthem
We can tie ribbons through needles
And sing a song in dark tunnels.
We could do beautiful things.
We could do dangerous things.
We maybe sad but we still play our fiddles,
We maybe unlucky but oh, it would be wonderful,
To sing a song in darkness with our loudest feelings.
Perhaps someone would rescue us, someone would be listening.
We sing through the cracked skulls and anvils
It's where we're alive and it might be brutal
But where else would I go, darling?
This place is the closest to my heartstrings.
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Composed by Aurico.
One of my most proudest poems I actually acknowledge.
It's not much, but the whole story behind it is mesmerizing.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Excruciating Pain of Admitting the Person You Dislike is The Closest Thing To Perfection for Your Fictional Character
HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO HELL NO
Monday, August 8, 2011
That Feeling When You Get Really Profound About Life, Friends & Death
I have it right now.
I hate reading books when I'm suppose to be studying.
study stress + life&death stress = void
Okay, breathe.
Putting on Anarbor's Beat of the Drum right now.
Okay, breathe.
Time to read about Almost-Incest and Living in New Zealand.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
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