I begin to wish for firelight, and privacy, and the limbs of one person.– Virginia Woolf “The Waves” (via good-morning-scarecrow)
oh hello side effects, nauseous as hell :(
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.– Simone de Beauvoir (via mirroir)
internal war half of me just wants to crawl into bed, avoid the world, and cry and cry and cry the other realises I need to pull myself together, sort all the things, and do my fucking work
had an evening of honest conversation and tears and joint apologies and now I’m not really sure what to do with myself
He had simply typed the words something beautiful into the Google images box. Up...– Ali Smith, There But For The
With dispassionate despair, with entire disillusionment, I surveyed the dust...– Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
everything is shit and I have the shakes. GR8.
Night descended like a blanket, on the house Where...
overthinking + odd pains in my leg = awake at 8am :(
questions left unspoken
do you remember when we would sit in your room and play playstation games and ‘mosh’ to a cd called something like ‘sk8r boi tunes’ that I helped mum choose for your birthday? Is there any of that person left? (That’s the person I miss, not you, now)
Just found the following in my drafts which I first rediscovered from an old facebook ‘note’ of a quiz thing that resurfaced when they changed the profile layout… 37.Do you forgive or forget? forgive. I never forget, disadvantage of having a sometimes too good memory tbh well, some things don’t change.
But what could be more absurd? It is, in fact, on the stroke of six; it is a...– Virginia Woolf, ’Street Haunting’