WOO semester one finished! But when i submitted my assignment i didn’t realise i had one typo :’(
At least im going to the sexpo tonight eee
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WOO semester one finished! But when i submitted my assignment i didn’t realise i had one typo :’(
At least im going to the sexpo tonight eee
i know plenty of people who are good people
but that doesn’t make them good friends.
in fact, they are terrible friends.
you can’t catch up with them for the life of you.
just too busy.
which is a shame
because they are good people
first there were hipster blogs
indie blogs
then grunge
soft grunge
boho
etc etc
and now god damn gypsy?
why do people need to categorize their blogs? i get having a consistent theme if that’s what you want but it doesn’t need to be stated. no one cares unless they want more followers. JUST LET IT BE.
be your own.
trying to pick my eye colour on some comic app but i don’t know which one to choose because my eye colour changes from green to blue in different lighting :/
When people compliment you on the things that you may not like about yourself
It makes you think that maybe these traits aren’t as bad as you thought they were, even if you don’t agree with them.
And he is always saying things that surprise me. He loves the things that i disliked about myself or thought were ordinary.
But maybe he’s biased because he loves me. Nonetheless, i am becoming more comfortable with myself
Blasting yellowcard
SO EXCITED THEY ARE DOING ANOTHER TOUR
just wish it wasnt acoustic cause i love the songs as they are
Im 21 this month
And i feel like i should be doing something epic
But i dont know what.
Ive hardly done a thing this year, except for being happy
Despite how much he royally pissed me off, he could still make me laugh when i was trying so hard to stay mad. I don’t even know how he did that.