October 2011
1 post
August 2011
1 post
I think there comes a point when love just isn’t enough anymore and I think we’ve reached that point.
June 2011
1 post
March 2011
4 posts
The boy sent me a link and commented, “Now you’re famous.”
Watch
January 2011
3 posts
amor
mysterious rolls of fat have begin to appear on the front of the belly after two days of decadent, indulgent living. the boy and i had plans to visit the sea for the weekend, but as it turned out, we spent the weekend cooking and eating as much as we spent our time in bed, leaving the house only to replenish our groceries.
roast chicken on friday, chicken salad on saturday and pasta arrabiarta...
There still is hope →
Incredible: “Muslims had offered their bodies as “human shields” for last night’s Christian mass, making a pledge to collectively fight the threat of Islamic militants and towards an Egypt free from sectarian strife. ‘We either live together, or we die together.’”
December 2010
4 posts
November 2010
13 posts
Needs to watch:
1. Schussangst (again)
2. Flamen and Citronen
3. De Gronne Slagtere
4. Never Let You Go
5. Everything is Illuminated
Things I want to do this summer
1. Learn how to shuffle on the dance floor
2. Learn how to swim less like a retard
3. Write and revive this little space of mine
4. Learn to speak Spanish fluently
5. Read, read and read
I’m restless again. That gnawing hunger to live is back.
My boy was so careless, he left his groceries in the train. Well done, love, well done.
October 2010
11 posts
Dear boy,
I’m possessive and I want you all to myself.
Dear Math tutor,
I’m gonna make you mine.
Reblog if you're from Australia so I can follow...
September 2010
7 posts
I have two choices
1. lose 5kg in the next week
or
2. Get a new dress for the formal.
fml.
dear future self,
please be reminded that all boys are shit. 90% of the time they just wanna get into your pants, fuck you and not talk to you again. please be mindful and stop falling for such idiots.
in addition, please please please stop hooking up with twins. they fuck with your mind. you also need to stop hooking up with the tennis boys, they all have small dicks. no kidding.
also, you...
August 2010
17 posts
“Rumour has it you were carried out of the dining hall and failed completely to...”
– Bec
Drunken debauchery always has its regrets the next day
the next few days
who the fuck am I kidding, this is going to be the talk till the next victory dinner in which someone else will take my place, get absolutely lost in dissipation and spin a whole new story to be told.
St John’s,...
“So you don’t believe in love?”
– Andrew
in disbelief when I told him love is overrated.
new yorker
haven’t felt like this in a while.
he leaned in for a hug. Once, twice, thrice. and i never responded. he left dejected but not after spending two hours trying to convince me that love does exist, failing and finally concluding that I am the most negative person he has ever met.
he makes me nervous, this boy from across the pacific, this new yorker, this painter, this tennis player, this...
dear shanghai
i want you.
and i want you bad.
