and then all of a sudden, out of all the howling sadness and enchanted self delusions you awake and see yourself for the first time in years.
you’re sick. really fucking sick.
it’s time to drag yourself back into the sun.
oh? you’re not listening to the nationals - trouble will find me? then GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!
Every time I am choosing a carrot to take to work I intentionally select the one that looks least like a dick and maybe this illustrates that feminism is still really important.
hey everyone, let’s all just take a few seconds and just be here for a moment because isn’t this all so fucking fabulous :)
see you soon.
how would you describe yourself?
Ummm… Honestly, probably as a hopeless romantic trying to cover up a broken heart with the typical cynicism, booze, drugs and women.
I can’t decide what I want or who I want to be and my indecision has this habit of paralysing me. I become a ghost in my own life and always end up hurting the people I care about most.
That’s an actual, properly honest answer for once. Look at me!
Every time I get an eyelash in my eye, I’m reminded of how quickly I would die in the wild.
