For we must all learn to howl.

『 LOVELESS 』ですか。。。 I wonder. Can you see it? The days passing by like faded greys Somewhere between the headaches and the spinning the letters the writing meaningless flirting I think I started missing you again しっていますか？ How it felt when I talked to you I don’t want to hear their voices the way I did yours I don’t want to know their stories the way I did yours The hot summer days we used to talk about have melted into hazy sighs 『 愛 』はなんですか？ You said you would show me if I trusted you If I fell Did you catch me? The doves have all flown away, my love. It’s time to join them. しっていますか？ I hate them. The others – they don’t call to me like you did With their panting smiles and hungry eyes they want only to possess, control. They think themselves wolves but you and I, we were our own pack This wolf hunts alone now. わかっています。 I gave everything to you so much that now the leaves are like falling snow it is winter now, i...

I can't think anymore. 8Tracks Today: I Will Survive

Even Google's getting tired of my shit. 8Tracks Today: Americano and Two Shots of Love Ahhh Childhood No Such Thing as Too Much Coffee

Hello. My name is Natalie. I'm 20 this year and a university student. Too boring. Something about me... Well, I suppose you could say I'm kind of weird. What do I mean by weird? Well... I guess that's something you'll have to figure out for yourself. I'm so sure people will be interested to read about that. I like coffee and theatre and music. And cats. Again, I'm so bloody sure that people want to read this. I can't think anymore. ( Because honestly now what do people even write in their biographies I can't think of anything besides hi I'm weird as fuck will you be friends with me and tell me your story  but I highly doubt that's going to be graded well, and I'm also slightly annoyed because it's not possible to listen to music with headphones when you're wearing dangly earrings and earphones don't muffle the clickity-clack of your nails on the laptop's keyboard as well) NOT UNLESS YOU REMOVE YOUR EARRINGS A...

So for Digicomms we have to create a website of sorts, something like a personal-professional blog. Don't ask me how that works, I'm still trying to figure that out myself because I've asked the tutor what exactly he's looking for and he can't give me a straight answer. How do you combine both personal and professional? The topic I'm choosing to focus on for my blog is one that's sensitive to say the least, and might be considered taboo for some. It's stupid of me to choose something that I can already tell has a pretty high potential of becoming a major pain in the ass, but the thing about me is that I can never do something without feeling some sort of connection to it. I've tried many times, trust me - if I don't feel a connection to the topic I really can't do it. I'm not proud of it because I know it's highly unprofessional, but there you go. But before I can get to posting about said sensitive topic on my WP (yes, it's...

Taking the bus home today. I don't usually do so, preferring to take the train since it's a faster mode of transport (although a lot more crowded). The bus just kind of winds around and takes its time to reach your destination. Personally speaking, I love taking the bus, and it's a luxury I allow myself every once in a while. Its not just about the fact that it takes so long to bring me home, though - it's the fact that it's an adventure. In a train, you know exactly where you need to go, and you get there in the shortest time possible. In a bus, though... So many possibilities are open to you. The single or double-decked monstrosity just trundles along the roads, and it forces you to look at everything along the way before you finally arrive at your destination. It's like it's saying hey, look at all this. Doesn't it make you want to forget about where you were going? Don't you feel like you want to stay here, where it feels like a bubble of bliss...

make sculpture from bodies extract heart cut out heart from body creative ways to kill someone psychopathic mindset how to cut open the ribcage saw ribcage I sure hope I manage to finish writing this story before I get arrested =.="