March 2010
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Mar 30th
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Mar 29th
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(This drink turned kept our tongues red for hours. The colour was so unnaturally vibrant, and I was never really thirsty, but it fit everything; the day, the air, your shirt. In literature we are always told that red is a representation of love, of danger, of warnings and pain and threats and passion and death and life and beauty. I think today it was all of them, and more.) Yesterday we...
Mar 27th
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Mar 25th
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I feel like there is so much to say
but saying anything right now will ruin it all forever.
Mar 23rd
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Mar 23rd
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Mar 21st
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I wish I could say they’ve reached a point of equilibrium, but the fact is, the actual magnitude of each differs completely. We all know who won/wins. Latter is a letter away from later. What a revelation! It must be the weather. I was an insane sixteen year old. This was written a year ago, almost exactly — March 16 2009. I was terribly unhappy. Terribly poetic. Terribly...
Mar 19th
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Mar 18th
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19/01/09, the day before I left home. You cut your arm on the punchbag machine, at the arcade above the cinema. You said it didn’t hurt. You wiped the blood off with your fingers. Then we walked around, had ice cream, talked about frivolous things like cats and fingernails and wedding songs, and then said goodbye and left. I’d change a lot about that last week, if I could. But I...
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Mar 14th
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(08/09/2008) I used to feel like I was standing in the middle of a busy road. Two busy roads, in opposite directions, roaring at me from both sides to move, get out of the way, find your place elsewhere. That’s what life was to me, all day, everyday — I was stuck in between the lanes of those who lived fast; those who ran and never walked, those who yelled and never whispered. How...
Mar 14th
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Mar 12th
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Mar 12th
lickinglight-deactivated2010052 asked: O__O What's "Craiglist"?
I know a creepy guy named Craig so it's probably not something good hahaa.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh I want a Boost Juice so badly now. Lemon crush = <3
Train rides are never lovely for me. :( I catch the A-line and everybody is stoned and aggressive hahaa. </3

Question: If you could only taste one flavour in...
Mar 12th
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Nestled in that vase of flowers is a small square piece of white paper, and on that piece of paper my brother scrawled — in his seven year old handwriting — WELL DONE, with a flower above it; a drop of perfection to make everything better. I don’t know how it got there, but I found it hidden in their petals years ago and left it there, and everytime I remember I check to see if...
Mar 10th
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Mar 6th
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Mar 5th
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I sniff and fiddle
with my hair when I’m nervous or anxious or deep in thought. I wasn’t “eating” it today. I was thinking about you.
Mar 4th
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What do you do if you realise you’ve made a terrible mistake? And there’s no one to apologise to, because the person whose life you’ve ruined is your own, and you know you’ll never forgive yourself for this? I don’t know what to do.
Mar 2nd
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