kids, always remember to practice safe scooting habits and do not scoot down a steep hill WITHOUT BRAKING. that is all.
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“how do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? it reaches way down deep and tears you inside out ’til you’re torn apart”
a funny thing that happened
this is a little overdue but I’ve really been moved by this and have been itching to write about it, so here goes: ’twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house… I really wanted some candy, so I decided to open the box of Ferrero Rocher my dad received from a colleague. (no…
“is this any way to start the new year?”
happy frickin’ new year, 2015! 2014’s been a rocky year with me learning a thing or two about myself as the weeks go by and I’m excited to see what 2015 will bring. as I type this post, I’m listening to “Happy New Year” off the RENT soundtrack and I can’t believe that my new…
“God Help the Girl”
discovered a new song while watching Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: Making Friends and Influencing People a few weeks back, but didn’t really get to looking for the song (although it did stick in my ear like the time I had tinnitus— it just wouldn’t go away!) so I went searching last night, and finally…
oops… i blinked
right now it’s 2145 hours; the date 14/11/14. I just woke up from the nap I took after coming back from my last tutorial of the day. I woke up wondering why my entire floor was so quiet and why hall was so empty, and then it hit me: it’s a Friday night and I…
The Only Makeup Advice You’ll Need To Make It Through Your 20’s
welcoming November (and subsequently my first post-birthday post) with a reblog about makeup, a.k.a. one of the I’m-growing-older-thus-it’s-time-I-start-looking-like-a-lady posts I am trying to bring myself to read (bleh)
nineteen. (aka the mild birthday exposition)
on turning nineteen, existentialism, ageing (among other things)
subtlety
depression is a funny thing really. you never really know that it’s there. it’s this sensation that barely creeps up on you; it ghosts upon your skin, your thoughts, your consciousness…
a little bit of inspiration
someone’s dining room, some time between midnight and dawn. the room has a leftist, affluent feel. opens to an area lit dimly by a single bulb. Clarissa is sat at the dining table, typing away. a pen drops. Clarissa pauses; the pen has dropped too far below; noises associated with stretching after long periods of inactivity…
postcards from far away 