i’m leaving for halifax [i’m going to be gone for a couple of days]
so i’m not sure how often i’ll be able to get on here
so i will probably see you in a couple of days
ta!
ps. i will have twitter if you so desire [click me] don’t i just tweet things people around me say [sometimes i retweet things]
“The thing about the dance is, you never get to stop. Every day you wake up, it’s the same bloody question that haunts you: is today the day I die? Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it’s gonna catch you. And part of you wants it… not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you’re just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know: what’s it like? Where does it lead you? And now, you see, that’s the secret. Not the punch you didn’t throw or the kicks you didn’t land. Every Slayer… has a death wish. Even you. The only reason you’ve lasted as long as you have is you’ve got ties to the world… Your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies. They all tie you here, but you’re just putting off the inevitable. Sooner or later, you’re gonna want it. And the second… the second that happens… You know I’ll be there. I’ll slip in… Have myself a real good day. Here endeth the lesson.”
Happy Birthday Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, sorry that character you hate is what you’re known for.
if pj doesn’t become a successful filmmaker i’ll be pissed
PEOPLE WHO’S DOODLES LOOK BETTER THAN STUFF I SPEND HOURS ON
there are 3 types of people in the world: those that call him Flynn, those that call him Eugene and those that have no clue what I’m talking about
i just updated the music on my phone for the first time since i got it.
it feels refreshing
I was born in the middle of a snow storm, that’s where my father said I got my wild spirt, though it’s probably more likely I got it from my mother. She was a ‘wild child’ and my father, well, my father was a dreamer. I wish I could say that I inherited their traits 50/50, but the fact I sometimes get lost in my head for days pretty much says it all.
I was 8 or 9 when I learned my bones really weren't meant for flying. I cracked my head open and some of my dreams flew away, and doubt got sucked in through the vacuum. Stories of adventure slowly began to replace my actual ones and my best friends became wizards, hobbits, and lions.
It wasn’t until I was 15 that I realised ‘Hermione’ wasn’t meant to be a compliment. I had long given up on my frizzy hair, it distracted from the glasses and acne. Though I suppose the books I hid my nose in did that too.
I was 16 when I learned to hide the hurricanes behind my eyes for fear of being called a storm chaser
I was 17 when I learned that little spinning silver discs, if played right, also worked as band aids for the soul
It wasn’t until I was 18 that I learned that being different wasn’t always a bad thing. And that all the people I looked up too were all a little weird too
And now I’m still a little scared of the ‘real world’ but at least it really is starting to get better
…I’m also a Sagittarius. and I look something like this
