Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.

(Source: shitf4ced)

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

(Source: wishtoconfess)

In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

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In The Nervous Light Of Sunday
A Circle Takes The Square
As The Roots Undo

Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,
blistered fingers are tending their loom.
She collects the strands to braid into life.
Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.
A woman’s work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,
and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread
(that you curse, curse constantly)
But nothing’s immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-
a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,
like a thread in the wake of a blade.
So we compromise, so we sacrifice.
Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.
Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.
Five decades his lifetime, and his life’s work is just fading scratches in stone.
She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.
Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting
(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)
infinite ages the length of this quilt’s making.
And we dance, we dance in the stronghold…
That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle’s sheen.
Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?
That’s the thread that you curse, curse constantly.
An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay…
From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.
All I ever asked was for a clean break.
In the first nervous light of the day,
collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.
My dad’s favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I’m warmed by the flames.
Alter the deafening earthen tones…
In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I’m warmed by the flames.
Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.
Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,
Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.
In the nervous light…


I mean it’s still not that bad outside. My parents both came in and my dad was like “Out there is cold enough, this is too cold”

according to google, it is 16 degrees outside (celsius)

in my room, it is probably around 10 or 11

i have no idea why my room is so much colder than the rest of the apartment/outside




SO dublin minors won the all ireland football this week (don’t worry if u don’t understand its just a sideline)

and they were all out celebrating

and they found daniel radcliffe in dublin at 4am and invited him to a house party with them

and he…went with them





How to celebrity; A book by Daniel Radcliffe



We got our hands on the leaked script for Episode VII and boy is it nuts! And really short? We’re just glad to be a part of it.

There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything
Luna Adriana (via silly-luv)