December 2009
My son has declared himself the 11th Doctor.
(via phineaspoe)
for a statement like that, he deserves it.
“There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the...”
– Douglas Adams (via somethingintellectual) (via studentloansforbeermoney)
yup. this is my new years. we thought about doing something but it didn’t happen. i realize how lame that makes me, and i really don’t give a shit. i have a headache the size of, uh. what’s something really big? kingkongs dick? i dunno. also, i happen to kind of… hate everyone, and the idea of being tits-to-arse with everyone trying to see fireworks i can watch from up the...
You can learn a lot about someone by the music...
myidentity:nachtglitzern:themoonandthewolf:nicolapeyton: lottieeeee:indieboy:tijanaxx:staaaaciiiieeee:samyoung:insidealeosbrain
Drug Flowers - Gin Club
Golddigger - Kanye West feat. Jamie Foxx
Sweet Child O’Mine - Guns ‘n’ Roses
Evil Night Together - Jill Tracy
Human On The Inside - The Divinyls
Peaches & Cream - John Butler Trio
Across The Universe - Fiona Apple
...
remember that tweet about 90 being a $2 whore and losing a bunch of archers and shit? lies. all lies. evony is still a $2 whore, but she didn’t fuck my archers, she got them home safely with a brand new half finished city for me to burn. i logged in to hate mail today. i feel all warm and fuzzy… must be doing something right.
J is my favourite
J: i'm afraid i have some bad news for you
me: ohyes?
J: my teeth have all fallen out.
me: oh. shame.
J: i can't wear this nail polish anymore. i hope you're happy *storms out*
vodka is better than advil
(public service announcement)
frustrations
O: can i have a cigarette?
me: you could, except you don't smoke
O: yes i do. i want a cigarette.
me: you gave up nine months ago.
O: can i have a cigarette?
me: you could, except you don't smoke.
O: yes i do. i want a cigarette.
me: you gave up nine months ago.
O: *scratches her head*
me: truly. you quit. drove me crazy.
O: oh. i remember.
me: yep.
O: can i have a cigarette?
me: you could, except the pope stole them all.
O: *stares*
me: what can i say? he's greedy.
O: i never did like being catholic.
crazy people are .. something
N: christine, i'm going to visit my mother now!
me; ok mate. back for lunch.. and say hello for me eh?
N: MUMMY YOU KNOW I WILL SAY HELLO TO MARIA.
me: righto.. seeya.
N: *starts babbling in greek about kevin rudd, the queen and stalone*
me: you, sir, are loopier than a $3 note.
N: *complete straight face* oh mum, i know mum. i'll say hello to maria for you.
“My arms feel hollow
empty and invisible,
when they can’t hold you.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
i don’t know what to say anymore.
it all feels like speak, rinse, repeat.
same same bore bore snore snore.
i really don’t know or how to fix it.
i'll get over it
but i’d fucking kill for a cigarette right now.
“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles...”
– - Henry Rollins (via thechocolatebrigade:dondante:42th:toridactyl:nihilnoetia:penguinprostitution)
