August 2011
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Playlist of my high school years (favourites from...
Grade 9:
Tilly and the Wall - Fell Down the Stairs
You Say Party! We Say Die! - The Gap
Chiodos - No Hardcore Dancing in the Livingroom
Daphne Loves Derby - Hammers and Hearts
Daphne Loves Derby - Sun
The Agonist - Rise and Fall
The Scene Aesthetic - Beauty in the Breakdown
The Scene Aesthetic - The Alamo is No Place for Dancing
Pierce the Veil - Yeah Boy and Doll Face
Gregory and the...
July 2011
negativegravity said: i wish i could do this i would be occupied for days :|
The internet can probably teach you… it’s pretty easy
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indecisiveducky asked: leah my love.... please please please let's hang out when i get back
colourofyoursmile- asked: I miss you assface.
“Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed...”
– Bill Hicks (via funeral)
seas-catchfire asked: I love drunk Leah. That is all.
Fuck spelllcheck right noew
It took about 100 triesedf to get diihe password...
Fucking druk AAS fuck holy shit I madee out with aboutr 3 people tonightgk from work hioly shit, such as sluttty night. No onee please remeber anything.
(I wrote this story in Grade 10 or 11, and I just...
Night Air
Sitting in her room and looking at the stars, she snapped back from a deep sea of thoughts; slipping in and out of reality. It had become normal for her. Pretty much any way that she wouldn’t have to feel would do just fine.
“Hello?”
“Oh, sorry.”
Alanna picked up the receiver as Emery began to speak again.
“Come on, you...
Under your skin the moon is alive: Variations On... →
clavicola:
Variations On The Word Love by Margaret Atwood
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It’s the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart-shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty…
I don't get why my stomach is hurting so much...
Today’s intake: Cereal, chicken burger, 8 meatballs, a handful of salad, a handful of chips and fruit with a cookie
It’s killing me right now, oh my god, what’s wrong with my stomach.
I love you, food: why do you do this to me?
