January 2011
1 post
Warning.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the...
September 2010
1 post
April 2010
19 posts
Slang bang.
ditzy.
slightly out of it, and don’t know what is going on.
www.urbandictionary.com
R.I.P MM
rest in peace? that’s not very punk is it??
it runs in the family.
the other day my dad told me that i’ve become more mature. that is probably the biggest compliment he has given me in years (in a good way).
Insomnia.
i couldn’t sleep last night so i got up and drew a picture of a skyscraper with teeth.
March 2010
32 posts
“I don’t let anyone touch me,” I finally said.
“Why not?”
Why not? Because I...”
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via ladyylazarus) (via nostalgicdreams) (via suicideunderground)
“we had been pulled apart by absence, but that same absence had shackled us...”
– what i loved, siri hustvedt p. 303
“you’re optimistic one moment, only to be wracked the next by the surety...”
– haruki murakami, sputnik sweetheart p. 140.
