December 2009
Cider night in.
This year might be done, but 2009 had sparks. Cheers for cider and imaginary scotch beverages. :D
“I have so many different personalities in me and I still feel lonely,”
– Tori Amos
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Warm Night
We’ve chased monsters in velvet silky robes. Don’t think I’m giving up much hope. As thick as the branches grow, I won’t let this go.
this actually put a little smile on my face
nikthekornfreak:
Brilliance! It made me chuckle.
reblog with something you got for christmas
exit-wounds:
helloimabigail:
speechlessgirl:
kayteesometimes:
randiloveless:
lightsarefading:
sleepnowdreamforever:
youreacunt:
a laptop
Camcorder :3
Band Hero!
kickass iPod nano :3
Socks :33
Harujuku Girls perfume set :)
Nikon D3000 <3
Canon 50D :D
A free ticket to the Sherlock Holmes movie. :]
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Things to do before the hourglass melts…
Have a few sugarcoated movie nights. Longing for a romantic film lately.
Listen to Steel Train’s Trampoline album…twice.
Finish reading Life of Pi. Hopefully, I’d be inspired to write a reflective piece on that.
Take pictures in the snow. Perhaps, even construct a companion for that lonely snowman in the front yard.
...
Sometimes, I don't even feel like a real person.
(via cwphoto)
Welcome to alienation. Drinks are on us.
Sea of therapy. Poetry.
Sirens
We’re the countless flattering butterflies: that twirls beneath your frail skin. We’re the perfect tune that’s encrypted in your mind. We’re the shiny things you reach out to touch. We’re the cigarette holes through your frighten eyes. We’re the lovely hymn that’s crippled and lied. We’re the huge tidal waves you just can’t outrun....
camanda:
Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band...
This band is the opening act of Tegan and...
“I won’t regret saying this
This thing
That I’m saying.
Is it...”
– Call it off - Tegan and Sara
Monday Monday Monday
Don’t you just admire the process of someone giving you a box of their old shit?
I can't take it...
Nasty hobbies, aren’t a pretty thing. The fact that I can’t control this tapping of my foot sometimes is irritating to others, apparently. I don’t even remember my muscles twitching. It’s all wrapped inside this excuse of temporarily relief in my cranium. It’s sitting right next to me. Smiling abruptly, while I shiver silly ramen nights away. I feed this beast, and...