i'm so detached these days from all the things which used to inspire me it is why i just slip and slide through life lately
someone tell me all the books i should be reading i need something to satisfy my eyes along the morning commute ( i know there are tons, but i always misplace my lists )
i like shopping with josip because he talks me out of hot pink zebra striped shirts and synthetic suede ankle boots. WHO NEEDS SYNTHETIC
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hello august i am retiring from trying to satisfy myself with pointless romances i retreat to my shell! privacy! my love for music and clothing and books is restored. (and possibly stronger than ever) surround myself with those who have been there the whole time.
i am in love with the past i want to take everything i have now and just move myself back into the past and live there i am consumed by it & because of my strong emotional ties to a life which is long since buried i am unable to attach myself with anything that is new or possible. there isn't any price too high for a time machine
i don't hang out with boys because i have to make room in my closet for the boatload of shoes i just bought. i treat myself well because no one else does. my eyes are dry because my heart has turned to stone
i'm lucky i have that part of the brain that says "hey don't do that, that's wrong" so i didn't do it wanted to, almost did, but restrained. in twenty minutes it will be may. i'm getting back to apostrophes and french novels translated into english. i do this so i don't / won't change my mind