December 2009
25th.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS.
Eat, drink & be merry.
And don’t start feeling guilty until tomorrow.
13521.) Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only who...
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Me too me too me too me too.
We can be lonely together.
That song that plays in the begining of Little...
hazelweatherfield:
It always makes me cry. And up until today, I never knew the name or artist. But the song is just instantly recognizable to me. If I could pick a song that really pin points my lowest point, it’s this one. It was a week after I overdose and started therapy and everything. A week after my parents searched the house for pills and knifes and anything I could use to try again. A...
Hmm.
I can never tell when people read/like/comment? (CAN you comment?) on my entries. Tumblr, you melter. D:
HELLO WORLD.
HERE I AM. Today I bought beautiful shoes: http://www.houseoffraser.co.uk/Bertie+Grange+Hill+welted+brogue+rose+shoe/129844121,default,pd.html?cgid=319
Yes, they’re from HOF.. I can feel the hyprocritical capitalism draining from my very marrow, but they’re not SPECIFICALLY HOF, they’re just a shop IN HOF, so I don’t feel as bad if I tell myself that. Half price, too. :)
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assessment assessment assessment.
Somehow I doubt that it would be like this. Which is a shame. Because I’d happily go in if it was.
“Love me, because love doesn’t exist and I have tried everything that does.”
– Jonathan Safran Foer.
Hello.
When I was younger, I wanted to be a writer. It’s a pity I can’t write for shit. All I seem to be able to do is make collages.
Oh well.