if you don’t watch/enjoy QI, I don’t think we can be friends.
chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine and your sighs harmonise with mine
I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a...– The Sweet Far Thing, Libba Bray (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via paperstarsinajar)
I have 69 tumblr followers.
through the wreckage.
swollen walls, trapping thick air in dark rooms of boxes and shelves, hiding history of heartbreak and heavy blankets. dusty photographs, framing nervous glances. beaten and bruised, a fluffless gut; glass eye dangling. foil wrappers, destroyed by self loathing fingers. another smashed mirror. flashes of the momentarily infinite. sunlight, warming the empty armchair.
Sometimes all we need is the knowledge that the other person keeps you in their...– (via iamnocturnal)
I’m watching yughio. yeah, fight me.
If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.– Sylvia Plath (via mywhitelights) (via fuckyeahsylviaplath) (via -lionheart) (via seemsabitparanoid)
a proper word blog.
I has one now. tumblr may or may not become barren once more. http://battledinosaur.wordpress.com/
yeah, you. hey. I FUCKING HATE YOU. I HATE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME. I AM SO SICK OF FEELING WORTHLESS. I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT YOU’RE MISSING OUT ON, YOU CUNT.
I wrote a story. tell me your thoughts? what do...
Retrieving from the desk a notepad and ink pen, Frau Anni Winter reclined in the chair of her former employer. The house had fallen into a deep slumber after his hurried retreat only days earlier. Empty rooms echoed the memories of successful meetings, of music and laughter and celebration. The electricity that once pierced the air was now heavy and silent. Not a noise was made, but for the...
I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.– Einstein. (via paperstarsinajar)
I wish I could trust tumblr enough to vent...