January 2011
#021
R: Speak of the devil, she's asking how I am. Like nothing happened. Great. Bloody great.
M: And how shall you respond?
R: I should be killing things.
M: Easy tiger.
R: I shan't.
M: Think on it.
R: I am a six year old today, mind you. Quickly fading into four or five now.
M: Just be brief.
R: Why should I, at her convenience? She is another wee child.
M: Perhaps two children shouldn't date. :P
R: We're not dating.
M: You do like your women complicated, don't you?
R: I swear honest to gawd, I don't know what I ever did wrong to get them in my life.
---*rants*---
R: Right. Rant over.
M: I rather enjoy a good rant, t'is Burns' night after all.
R: Burns' night indeed. I should be burning things as well. :P
M: No burning.
#070: Utterly Random
I haven’t felt this for a long time. If I had felt the need to write and speak up about what I feel or everything that happened in my life, I would’ve done so in a heartbeat. Lately I have not been feeling that urge. So much has happened since the last six months. Some bad, some forgettable, there are memorable moments but mostly mundane. If my best mate were to see me right now, she...
theblackpuppeteer asked: Om nom nom nom. Thinking of making a trip to London this coming June. Meet me there?
Watchfuckyeahsmiths:
bleuhiver:
(500) DAYS OF SUMMER, directed by Marc Webb (2009)
‘To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.’
( Dear future gf, this is how I would love to meet you. You+Me+The Smiths. I shall die a very, very happy lesbian. )
“The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.”
– Charles Bukowski (via thecatwhisperer)
