January 2011
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“At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the...”
– Sylvia Plath - Daddy (via transparencymystery)
Oh my gosh
Does anyone remember when I found this on craigslist -
http://frerejacques.tumblr.com/post/2883734409/http-sydney-craigslist-com-au-stp-2169671938-html
And I was swooning all over the place? Well, I did email him saying “you seem cool but I’m 19 and you’re 32” yada ya and HE WROTE ME BACK and he wants to meet up at the MCA/botanical gardens/harbour.
Why am I even...
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“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden...”
– Alfred Lord Tennyson (via katelizabeth)
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I miss my mattress on the floor. I fought with my mum when she’d had enough of my room looking like “nobody loved me”. It was then that I was forced to reconstruct my large double bed and sleep at a height I was no longer familiar with.
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nastyaraj asked: awwww you like pj harvey!!!! she means so much to me! so good to see you love her too!
btw every time i check up your blog i think that it looks amazingly awesome
keep it up <3 love!
btw every time i check up your blog i think that it looks amazingly awesome
keep it up <3 love!
I can finally sleep with my window open! We’ve been in this house for six years and I’ve not had a screen because my uncle is awfully anal retentive and we live beside a busy street and apparently screens will throw off the aesthetic of the house.
But the point is: night time air and a screen, I now has it (without the creepy crawlies)!
This is kind of about you. This is kind of about me.
