February 2012
i cant wait to see cru tomorra, i miss them like i’d miss a leg ): also one day i’d like to be wanted by someone, lots, maybe even missed,thatd be niiice, been thinking that
aaaaaaaaaaa ive had a magic week
ive done no work this holiday art deadline tomorra (plus essays which i havent even looked at but ive given up on that) and it doesnt help that my vision still seems really dissasociated with my movement like„im painting and the bush seems out of control its a wwiiiiild thing. o yea while im here, im seriously considering becoming a gypsy
“Experience life in all possible ways — good-bad, bitter-sweet, dark-light,...”
– Osho (via floralnymph)
ha this is my first night/time at home in days everything’s a phatt blur and ive spent far too much money, and a pouch of baccy lasted me a day, and i have a busy week filled with whats supposed to be work.. but naaaaah it just aint happening (-: i have a little situation and i dont know what to do… doh xxxx
today: chinatown, covent garden, creeepy man, shouty lady, thrusty bloke, “ciao bellla”, bubble tea, pop tarts, phatty, green thai, deathly hallows..again
“He kissed her. A kiss about pie à la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in...”
– Francesca Lia Block (via floralnymph)
ewi should stop eating til im this full, its gross, unneccessary, wasteful, not even yummy, stops me from jiggling freeely, gives me a potbelly, stops me from being comfy/attractive and in the mood to lie around and die blame it on the in-house smoking ban
my brother may be a cunt sometimes but he wasnt gonna stab that boy sick of those fucking toffee nosed bints an that shitole.
