Last night was the most intense night of my life.

Often I like to pretend I'm one of those with a mind that thinks as quick and messily and methodical as a demolisher. Sometimes, I honestly believe I have original ideas. Sometimes I laugh at you because I see the origin of your unique appeal. Sometimes I'm jealous and it makes me question my motives enough to blow harsh reality all over my hands ( Read more... )

Sometimes I get really ambitious and sometimes it's beds and cakes. What comforting words. And sometimes I go back to old habits and sometimes they make me lie in that bed all night in a daze thinking about how unappealing cakes can be ( Read more... )

Today I bought a nice, furry coat and a pair of driving mules and I just felt like cuddling with myself.

you know you're lucky when your alphabet soup spells out "canned salmon"

i need to eat my words with my mouth closed sometimes

people are too goddamn lovable and shit

Je souhaite que je pourrais coucher à côté de vous aimez que nous étions des équations linéaires juste un nombre entier loin.

Youre trop mauvais sur un autre avion.

Je veux vous donner tout l'amour vous méritez.

Je veux brosser les cheveux de vos yeux.

my dreams are really making me feel confused

I think I get really sad when we realize I've got some great idea but can't manifest it into anything worth more than a livejournal entry ( Read more... )