I think I would like to rebel against the odds of my life by becoming regimented, straightlaced and rigidly organised. All the other little autumn leaves fall when they ought to, why can't I?

    Arrgh. I miss Photoshop really badly. I haven't been able to make new usericons for months!

    I want to kick this journal as punishment for being so serious. It’s terrible! I don't ever want to grow up and become concerned with very important matters, no no.

    Odd numbers are more perfect than even ones.

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My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent ( Read more... )

    The pictures in my head have attained a greater lucidity of late: now all I need is the the bucket of words, the squirming, cream-coloured worms.

"you have to remember to disregard everything I say and everything I do and all the things I pretend to be, because nothing at all really counts except for this -- noise and suffocating, combustion and solar flares, red dust and blue dust and stardust, sparkling and imploding because I can't explode and have you see my contents. I'm clawing at my ( Read more... )

Playing music is not like athletics ( Read more... )

    INFP