January 2011
140 posts
We'll miss you when you go.
I’d kiss you, but you know it’d be gently through the door.
kinda fucking adorable and google brought me here... →
toseeyousmileagain asked: nice new post crazy person <3. loving the caption.
Nancy. This is for you. HOLYSHITALI! →
its-a-beautifulmess asked: Haha I like that idea! I was also considering being moaning myrtle and wearing my hair in pig tails with those circular glasses or being trelawney with crazy hair nd headbands and odd necklaces. I don't know if i can pull it off lol
its-a-beautifulmess asked: Hiii Nancy what harry potter character are you going as for mc? I can't decide on anyyyy lol
Anonymous asked: i love your blog its so interesting
/written on the airplane home, 1st of january.
heyo
Honesty
kinda like mayo
but not really
Dear Rosaline,
or, rosie rather. Camp is over.(got yelled at by corinne aobut calling her by her real name when we were s’posed to use american ones… :/) And nicolette called you rosie at camp. I always remember that when i think about how my sorrow isn’t the only stuff out there that you leaving caused.
First off, i am so sorry....
winnie l'orse et les autres qui habitent le....
I missed drawing
and reading.
what do depressed people even do with their time?
Is it all just nommed up by sleep, and minimal amounts of work?
I forget how these things work.
The New Pornographers.
they should just be hailed every day for their awesomness.
all their albums on repeat for the past 2 days, whaddup?
So good so good!
Watchstop-its-ginger-time:
gallifreyangato:
robblikeaboss:
every time
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRM
OGHTGJFDLSKAJ WHY ICANT REATHE IVE NEVER BEEN TO PARIS HELPMGEEE
alialialiali!!!!!!
BRRMMM!
Nope.
I actually made a fucking list, weighing all the bonne choses and the mauvaise choses of the week/month/day. The bad things outnumbered the good ones in over a 2:1 ratio. I feel like shit.
I don’t have the want to go over them and i don’t want everyone to pity me. Because fuckit. sometimes what other people say and feel about you does matter. you’re not living on this place...
