(via swedesinstockholm)
im gonna take a sicky tomorrow. definately. because i have worked every day for the past two weeks and i would like to sleep. i like the way dresses feel once you shave your legs. i like stepping into puddles with thongs, and feeling the squelch as you lift your feet. i dislike fainting; the weak knees, pixelated vision, gutless stomach and blurred hearing. i dislike waking up. i like getting emily delaurence drunk! i like the anonymity of being just another staff member. I like name tags, painted toes [not on me], soft feet, collarbones, ribs and salada. i don’t enjoy this silence, but I can’t help it anymore - because it has become second nature as i do not forget. does anyone else bask in memories? This is a positive to working so much at Target: the mindless routines leave me to think, and think, and get so lost in my thoughts so as if I am flipping through a book of photos - each being a moment, experience, feeling and reminder of what happened, what i could smell, what i could feel, who i was with and what i was thinking.
Try using a British accent with your inner voice all day.
everyday…
The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.
— Scott Westerfeld (via kari-shma)
(via ♦Luka Young♦)
i feel like i ought to say something. i feel like i ought to explain. and yet, i do not need to tell anyone anything (despite my want to tell someone everything - just one person: everything), nor do i need to be doing anything right now - so why am i so revved up? i feel on edge, wound and wound right up - just like i used to in exam block… except i do not have any exams… i am on holidays! i need a run, i need a piano, or perhaps i need to stop thinking. i have come to the conclusion that my mind is my absolute worst enemy. It is a terrible thing; making mountains out of molehills, something out of nothing everytime! i miss you, even though you are here. I want you, when you are not around. and… i can feel you, regardless of the two. what do you call that? i need sleep. too much target.
(via treee)
and that is why i do not elaborate more often… i find it very difficult to explain my perception on certain things, my feelings and opinions; in particular, matters close to the heart
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
— Jack Keruoac (via kari-shma)
(via youmightfindyourself)
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(via shuffledkisses)Most definitely have.
definatelyyy did!
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