(via seagoat) I’ve decided I really fucking hate tumblr. Every post I make is just an inferior version of how I feel. I can’t tell the truth because I don’t want more people to hate me or think I am a stupid dramatic teenager. So yeah, now I realise I do have a fake blog, a stupid fucking fake blog that you and all of your friends can gossip about. I wish people on here didn’t know me, or who I am.
(via honeyblood, jewahl) I honestly have no fucking idea what I am doing. Parents get back tomorrow, I hope I haven’t left any clues behind. My last week has been full of worries. All that’s left of me is a face full of holes and an aching jaw.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Oscar Wilde
smokey-taboo-deactivated2010122 asked: i'm not going to school this week. if you're not busy and/or feel up to it we should hang out. i too am lonely.
i am lonely lonely lonely, i am working a lot. i have friday off though. i might go to brisbane though. i need to get away from this fuck hole town of sluts and bad memories.
birdy-sarah: i want this shirt. i also want someone to hug, to have a good laugh with a good person, someone to sing with, someone to dance with, something to read, something to wash this shit down with, something to fix my brain and something to change me.
i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you all. leave me and my fucking mind alone.
wildchilde-deactivated20100731 asked: because you deserve it.
leave me the fuck alone, i don’t want a thing to do with you.
wildchilde-deactivated20100731 asked: as if that picture isn't you. don't lie!
it isn’t me, get over it. i took the photo of grace.
why do you insist on making me feel like complete shit every time i rid myself of you?
yeah, when i’m with you i have fun
because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said we are the dead
I thought I could get away without doing any washing whilst my parents were away,
But I just realised I’ve run out of underpants. Panic mode.
Went to the Ron Mueck exhibition at GOMA with my two goods friends Scotty and Martyna. Probably one of the most intriguing and moving exhibitions i’v been to
this exhibition is so fucking sweet, i am going to try and see it again next week some time.
