I wrote this when I was in year 12. it was a letter to someone and it still really means a lot to me. so, Tumblr, this is what I write when I’m not worried about form or characters or plots or themes. this is what I write when I’m feeling. We would pack a bag, just one bag, and we would throw it in the back of the car and leave. Leave everything. Everyone. Ever. All the ones that gave...
I’ve had The Whitlams’ album Love This City on repeat for about two weeks because it reminds me of him. blergh.
I just really really want Benedict Cumberbatch. imagine him talking dirty to you. holy jesus. I’m creaming myself just thinking about it.
I like rubbing alcohol into the cuts on my hands I like the way ice sounds when it clinks in the glass I like taking deep breaths I like sinking into the sand I like rolling chess pieces between my fingers I like walking along gravel I like it when my cats look into the middle-distance I like writing exactly what happened I like the rain when it begins, but not when it ends I like wondering if...
Casimir Pulaski Day by Sufjan Stevens <3