December 2011
November 2011
Think of me kindly
Heart made of stone, soul made out of ice
It’s snowing outside, my powers out, I have candles lit all around my room, and Elliott Smith’s beautiful voice is in my ears. My medications are kicked in and I’m feeling okay, pretty good.
Being blissfully stoned and listening to Radiohead is always the best
I don’t really walk, I sort of like..glide
Anonymous asked: how did the person die? if you don't mind answering :/
And I’ll keep my head up
And I’ll stick the thoughts somewhere else
And I’ll keep on living
And I’ll try to be happy
And I’ll try to change
And I won’t lie to myself anymore
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The last thing you said to me before you died, I...
Wouldn’t it be nice if somehow we could exist in peace somewhere in death…just sheltered and hidden from everything we hate about this place. Death is not at all a depressing thought for me, i think of it and find solace, like i somehow found with you…i want to be hidden away with you there in that same shade i can only find in my imagination i would like death to be exactly what...
Dancing around my room is keeping me quite amused now
Well, I need a drink. A strong one.
I love pasta. One day I will become pasta
Hallucinations are starting up again, I like it though. It just throws my reality off which I don’t really mind either. Lately, everytime I close my eyes there is a tunnel of light and at the end of the tunnel you are there.
Lost In Translation and updating my dream journal
Sickness in my stomach and spinning in my head
