A picture of yourself with ten facts
1. i get really bad hangovers
2. my favourite colours are burgandy and grey
3. i prefer english humour to american
4. i love bubble tea, Japanese food is my favourite.
5. i like comparing my first impressions of people to what i actually think of them once getting to know them.
6. i’ve got a really close relationship with my mum
7. when i was little i used to want to be a vet on mondays, wednesdays and fridays, a pet shop owner on tuesdays and thursdays and an artist on the weekends….i still wish i could.
8. i’m always running late in one way or another
9. i like people who use their manners.
10. i like the feeling of kicking my socks off in bed. it’s the best.
Quote reblogged from FICTION/AL LOVER. with 9 notes
…it was a nice dinner, but we were both feeling strange and awed and breathless, still caught in the impulse that made me postpone my plane reservation. Then sneaking into Cranbrook and the dark room and the black coat at the threshold and making love for the first time — hurriedly but so that we both knew it was only the first time. Then the drive to the airport and Aline’s autobiography with significantly small mention of any engagement. Then, waiting in the airport on those hidden chairs, you in the black coat and black hat and I looked at you very intently and thought how much I did want to see you again…
Source: orallymupright
Photo reblogged from She just wants to dance all the time.
the most adorable creation in the world xx
Source: love-underlined
Photo reblogged from Beautiful word, shenanigans. with 9,479 notes
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Source: Flickr / marlousvdhoogen
Quote reblogged from broken but still alive
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.
Source: thenameisphil
“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a f—king big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchased in a range of f—king fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the f—k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f—king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, f—ked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life…But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?”
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