I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I...– Franz Kafka (via nirvikalpa)
Time is running out :’(
So basically whenever I’m getting so into this whole holiday thing now I think of the moment when I have to say bye to my parents again and go through the security gates and become some emotionless survivalist again. So I can’t enjoy this properly. And I can’t even… articulate my thoughts any more because it feels like there are 943719804732 barriers preventing me from...
Ah, my laptop provides the perfect hand warmer whilst I’m typing my essay The tendency of Macbook Pros to heat up is finally proving to be useful!
I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I’d never have.– Chuck Palahniuk (via vintague)
We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight....– John Fowles (via clavicola)
Time differences are evil. I can never talk to any of you when I properly WANT to. IE IN THE EVENINGS, AT NIGHT, DURING THOSE PHILOSOPHICAL HOURS. No, no no no. During these times I get depressed. The thing is. Now I’m looking forward to long leave so, so much, it’s like my one reason for existing. But what happens after that? What happens when I GET there? I won’t want to come...
3 more days of lessons 3 more nights + 1 night of aeroplane uneasiness sitting next to a stranger THENNNNNNN i will live on a diet of froyo and fries. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS CAN’T. FUCKING. WAIT. (oh and seeing all the friends that part is good too)
APPLE CRUMBLE & COTTAGE PIE FOR LUNCH.
has put me in a good enough mood to survive PE………..but not enough to do my essay, it seems hmmm.
it’s going to be two degrees on wednesday TWO DEGREES *masochistically excited*
i’m so happy i’m so happy i’m so happy i’m so happy (i’m also not doing any work. ahh ahh AHHHHHH)
i would love to spend a night out on the fields here staring into the stars in the sky with my friends without worries just chatting into the night surrounded by golden gorgeous trees and seeing the squirrels run around and hearing the birds chirp and it would be so perfect but life here is so hectic and i hardly ever notice the beauty don’t become blind, me, to the wonder that is...
i can’t wait to walk around page one to walk around commercial press to walk around log on to walk around popular to walk around festival walk to walk around elements to walk around new town plaza to walk around the one to walk around harbour city to walk around everywhere everywhere air-conditioning and crowds and cheap things and frozen yoghurt and the safety oh the safety i’ll be...
my housemistress just came into my room and gave me a cookie :3
Eight days My lifeline I have never counted down so desperately before (Need to pack, need to pack!)
I am disappointed in me. Shut up, me.
thedaysofpond asked: Based on your answers to that DW questionnaire... It's a wonder you still follow me since you don't like Amy and don't ship anybody :P ALSO it's funny how your favourite villain wasn't really a villain but a cute fat... chunk of fat! And Idris is the lady embodiment of the TARDIS!