say hello
in a non-existent language, and we'll never speak consciously or alert.
je m'appelle alexandra
Something tells me you expected a painted canvas of my thoughts. And It's however you interpret it darling.Following
this is my house, this is my home- we were promised jetbacks
(by xparisisforever)
The Edukators
a pomegranate, hot chocolate, warm house, and
snowy yard outside the window just kind of tops
it off.
(generate your own tumblrcloud)
Penny: Call me if you need a rescue, we live in the same city.
William: Sometimes I think I live in a different world.
(via nostalgicdreams)
one of my favorite lyrics from “drifting through the air.”
(a song from the band of a few friends of mine, Suspended Existence)
they’re on myspace, but the songs are only instrumental.
still fantastic. check them out?
…I always tend to leave black sheep
with a new inspiration for words.
imnotartsyenoughforacleverurl:
When they are smiling and happy and then something bad happens and you have to sit there and watch them. You watch their day become ruined. It’s like a car accident- the kind you can’t help but watch.
Isn’t that the worst?
For a second, the sky was mine. (via Franchesca.)
I’ve been given the go-ahead to see my boyfriend’s
band play tonight at the sheep. I have from anytime
until 11… and I can’t find a ride. fudge.
I want this journal, so bad.
