“She leaves me fragments and they are more real than a library of novels. Wisps of words from centuries ago, caught in the translation. I often feel I am living in fragments, skipping over words, leaving the rest of the sentence blank in order to move on to the net page. Maybe there is hope in fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.”
— The Realm of Possibility (David Levithan)
Ambre, France. Making poor life decisions since 1997, most of which include/create/are the result of a fucked up sleep schedule. I’m scared of moths. Welcome to the rants of a Psychologically Unstable™. You’ll love it here.
I like television, books and watching random people while making up their stories in my head. Also: brooding, making lame puns, playing the “what if” game and name my things after fictional characters.
I’m selfish, pretentious & sarcastic, but overall, resolutely loving. You’ll catch me obnoxious on bad days or capslocking on good ones. I live in France, move around every two year, and i’m a weird home-schooled kid. I want to write when I grow up, but really, I’ll be an old cat lady, I know it. With a giant library and hardwood floors. Carpet makes me sneeze.
I have nothing to say but here I still remain, which says more about my life than I’d like it to. The simplest things make me happy, and I’m terrible at hiding it. There are some days where you wish you’d feel self-conscious and sad, not dumb and happy like always, you know? Let me be an angsty teenager for once. (lol, jk, i’m overly enthusiastic about things and i love it)
My favourite movie is Garden State, and my feel-good movie is Home Alone. My comfort food is strawberry milkshake, my comfort book is The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I watch Castle on a daily basis and listen to Joshua Radin when morose and god, I wish I had green eyes.
I have a “i really can’t stay / but baby it’s cold outside” relationship with my bed, but who cares when it’s four below zero outside and i’m safely tucked under my two blankets, with my probably-too-stuffed-to-be-healthy pillow, remote control in hand and my netbook at proximity?
Exactly.
Randomness is all over this blog. You’d think I’d reblog serious and classy stuff since i have a sexy theme, but I don’t. I stopped that around two thousand posts ago. There’s a picture of a turtle the size of a grape on this blog.
Be ready.
“i bow at your feet you perfect little angel of snark”
“i see you for who you truly are - a rambling weirdo” - olivia
“your brain is like wonderland if wonderland was an amusement park instead of an acid trip” - sam
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