gross at dreams about incest
gross at being sick and going through half a box of tissues
gross at picking uni subjects
gross at headaches
gross at only wanting to eat carrot cake
gross at being a fatface 
gross at being 18 years old and still being 'babysat'

!!!!

yes, today is gross. except when our phone broke. that kind of made me laugh.

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michael cera is in a band. soon baileys with a subtle, delicious choc-mint flavour will be hitting a store near me.

um. could my life rule any more?

lala. pho-mo is upstairs making caramel slice and listening to the beatles. it makes me happy. so does shopping, and new things. like shoes. and warm clothes. and letters about my sponsor child. squee ( Read more... )

today was my favourite kind of day. i woke up after noon, after falling asleep early this morning listening to jeff buckley and reading 'middlesex'. and it was a little bit cold and dark and i could smell the rain and i had the house all to myself with absolutely nothing that i needed to do. mm.

exams are over, and i cannot tell you how relieved i ( Read more... )

{i hear words i never heard in the bible}

you are a church and i am a heathen. i click like robots and my eyes turn steel-grey and i run and i starve till i fit into drums and the beat goes on. i say lord, you say dear that note is wrong. i click again. i know the future, i am buttons and whirs and wheels going backwards. you lay your organs out ( Read more... )

i know you dream of clouds. on special days like tuesdays and thursdays i bring you home kites. they come in shapes of dragons and insects and planes. all things that fly. sometimes i know they do not sail high enough and other times i pretend that anything that manages to get off the ground is as high as you need. that is when i try to pick you up ( Read more... )

IGNORE THIS IT IS OKAY
this in reference to my 43 things goal (i am so cool) to own 500 cds
also to satisfy my constant need to make lists
(some of these are really embarrasing but whatevs)

cds
(not burnt)

a perfect circle
mer de noms

ryan adams
29

air
moon safari
the virgin suicides
talkie walkie

antony & the johnsons
antony & the johnsons
i am a bird now

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hungover. tired. messy. must stop looking like i work on street corners.

things feel strange right now.

i guess i need some sunglasses.

in the dark i became a contortionist and you stuffed me in bottles like i was worth unfolding. i did not shrink. it was magic. i was sailing like a ship and you stopped and said what pretty wings like i was a butterfly and i dropped dead at two weeks. i wanted you naked. a spine of black pebbles. you sneezed and i didn't bless you. and i believed ( Read more... )

eyes. hurt.

caffeine caffeine

how are you?