WhenSheWasBad-The Revelations

betweenlegs: felicefawn: What a legend. Yessss Ha. Awesome.

Thu, 23 May 2013 17:47:45 +1200

betweenlegs:

felicefawn:

What a legend.

Yessss

Ha. Awesome.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 17:32:15 +1200

What I'm giving you

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:07:21 +1200

I’m giving you the neatly stacked clothing sitting on my shelves

You’re welcome to take a seat on my bed

When I leave the room you can take a look at the books and perfume on my side table

Sure

The blinds will be drawn and you will see my morning view

I even invite you to tell me I’m pretty

But all of that is nothing

I won’t let you see the tape I listen to at night

Don’t you dare open my draw

Under the covers are just for me

You won’t see my favourite T-shirt

or the teddy I sleep with

and you’re definitely not allowed to tell me something true.

"I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:00:07 +1200

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.”

- Jeffrey Eugenides (via solemnness)

when i hate you which is always

Tue, 14 May 2013 12:33:41 +1200

I want to smash a mirror with my bare hands. blood will run all over the broken panes of glass. my blood. i want to pick up the jagged piece and stab you in the heart. so that the end snaps off & after i pull out the shard and after the doctors stitch you up… . there will always be a part of me in your heart. forever.

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Tue, 14 May 2013 12:27:25 +1200

"The burning of a book is a sad, sad sight, for even though a book is nothing but ink and paper, it..."

Wed, 01 May 2013 00:16:09 +1200

“The burning of a book is a sad, sad sight, for even though a book is nothing but ink and paper, it feels as if the ideas contained in the book are disappearing as the pages turn to ashes and the cover and binding-which is the term for the stitching and glue that holds the pages together-blacken and curl as the flames do their wicked work. When someone is burning a book, they are showing utter contempt for all of the thinking that produced its ideas, all of the labor that went into its words and sentences, and all of the trouble that befell the author, from the swarm of termites that tried to destroy his notes, to the large boulder that someone rolled onto the illustrator as he sat by the edge of the pond waiting for the delivery of the manuscript.”

- Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events - The Penultimate Peril (via scarletsunshine)

are you in love?

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:02:00 +1200

am i human

finnharries: Awesome Syrian people! Take Note America.

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 18:43:20 +1200

finnharries:

Awesome Syrian people!

Take Note America.

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Mon, 22 Apr 2013 17:56:57 +1200

they do then they don’t. then you leave and it’s too...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 17:12:45 +1200

they do then they don’t. then you leave and it’s too late.

hellalara: i wish i had a super tight-knit group of friends that i fought crime with

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 17:51:57 +1200

hellalara:

i wish i had a super tight-knit group of friends that i fought crime with

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Sun, 21 Apr 2013 17:47:38 +1200

Can someone explain. . .

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 22:23:57 +1200

Things I don’t understand.

Boys
Love

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Mon, 15 Apr 2013 18:43:56 +1200

gotta buy a yellow sundress.

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 15:46:30 +1200

gotta buy a yellow sundress.

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 19:57:46 +1300

One last time

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 19:56:59 +1300

Come home. Lets laugh and kiss. Just one last time.

everything i think about. these scenarios i imagine and play act. i could fall so easily into them....

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 00:28:31 +1300

everything i think about. these scenarios i imagine and play act. i could fall so easily into them. into you. into love. i could nestle my head in your arm. i can feel you kissing my hair. the heat. the screaming. we would be other people together. we could be anyone and go anywhere together. we wouldn’t even have to go outside. but we would. i would force you to venture into the real world. to travel. to live. but when everything got too real. and we began to forget ourselves, or all the other versions of ourselves and us, you would take me home. and we would fall into bed and into the adventures in our heads. but because you are on the other side of the world. and a figment of my imagination and current addiction meshed together. i can’t touch you. you don’t know me. but if you did, we would. we wouldn’t need dreams. we wouldn’t need each other. when we meet before december. i will write again. x

WOWOWOWWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. AH I BELIEVE SHE HAS HAD ANOTHER...

Fri, 22 Feb 2013 23:35:22 +1300

WOWOWOWWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. AH I BELIEVE SHE HAS HAD ANOTHER IDEA .