You are the best. You are the worst. You are average. Your love is a part of you. You try to give it away because you cannot bear its radiance, but you cannot separate it from yourself. To understand your fellow humans, you must understand why you give them your love. You must realize that hate is but a crime-ridden subdivision of love. You must reclaim what you never lost. You must take leave of your sanity, and yet be fully responsible for your actions.” -Gnarls Barkley
i took this is london a few weeks ago
what the fuck?
has anyone actually noticed how obssesed everyone’s become with the media? and indie culture? everything that was ever unique is now over expossed and over paid. i say, fuck it. fuck the media, fuck the style, fuck whats in right now. do whatever you want, and the next time someone says you’re stupid or rediculous, you tell them from me, “fuck you”.
A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.”- marilyn monroe
this what my feet look like
i took this a few nights ago
it’s because i’m awkward that i like this photograph
someone tell me if they like my new short story?
“Isn’t it wonderful Emily?” shrieked the maid, “Your mother is going to have another baby!” she clapped her hands together in excitement and left the room with a beaming grin on her piggish face. Emily stood there for a moment, her face scarlet with rage and her eyes glassy and bold. How dare they have another child? How dare they try and replace her? They barely ever spoke a word to her, let alone if they had another child.
You see, Emily’s parents were always busy with work and socialising, they never really had time for poor old Emily.
Emily tired her very best to get noticed. She would paint beautiful pictures of flowers as tall as the trees, ballerinas with legs so long and necks so graceful, she’d draw meadows and sparkling lakes. But none of these things brought her the attention she craved. So she tried her very best in another way…
Emily smashed plates, broke glasses, painted horrible creatures and NEVER said please or thank you. But again, this was hopeless. Emily felt invisible.
All Emily ever wanted was love, or a friend. But no one ever knew Emily, because no one ever noticed her.
That’s why on the day her little sister Caroline was born, no one noticed that Emily had run away, never to be seen again.
Becky Yates.
okay, this is quite shit, but i hope you enjoyed it :)
Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I’m not perfect and I don’t live to be. But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.” - Bob Marley
